I wasn’t quite ready to enter the world of obituary writing.
It’s not very much fun.
(But I still rocked it IMO.)
And recently I’ve just kind of been stuck in a weird place.
I mean, Cheryl’s gone. But she’s not.
Aunt Cheryl and I were kindred spirits. I feel closer to her now than I did when I knew she was hanging out in her apartment in Salt Lake. My morning prayers have turned to “HI CHERYL! SO GLAD YOU’RE UP THERE! DO YOU LIKE IT? WHAT’S IT LIKE? OH! IS JESUS AROUND? I REALLY NEED TO THANK HIM FOR LETTING ME BE YOUR NIECE. WHAT’S IT LIKE RUNNING AND DANCING? CASSIE AND I DECIDED YOU WERE MORE OF A GAGA FAN THAN A MANILOW FAN...”
Anyway. It’s hard, because I’m so happy she’s happy now. I do have a set of beliefs that leaves me with an absolute feeling of peace and comfort with her passing. But I’m headed to a funeral where not everyone has the same beliefs I do. And that? Is tricky.
I have people around me apologizing for my loss, which makes me think maybe I should be more sad. So I get more sad. But then I get stressed out. And when I get stressed out? I get weepy.
But I’m not really sad. I may have lost an aunt but I gained one hell of a guardian angel.
Guess that’s the whole kindred spirit thing. Crap I love her so much. She left me so many memories.
love love love.
Anyway, I don’t expect anyone to care much, I mean, she wasn’t your aunt.
But oh man she was great.
And she’s not gone.
She’s still throwing down heavenly gang signs. I love it.
Do you have a kindred spirit?