Remember when you were a child and everything revolved around your little family? The world was only as big as your tiny circle with maybe a few friends thrown in. For me that little circle was Mommy and Daddy, Chris and Jo, Grandad and Guy, and my Aunt Linda and Uncle Ted.
Of course now as a grown woman my world is much larger, but yet in the corners of my heart, where I still feel like a little girl, I can still feel that small world.
Yesterday that small world shrunk as my Aunt Linda lost the fight.
And literally that is what it has been since October, a big fat fight for her life. There were so many days that we all thought it was the end, but she would pull through and then even rally and seem pretty good. There was always optimism and hope and I know that Linda wanted to live. But there was just too much for her to overcome, and once infection went into her heart it was only a matter of time.
But today she is free.
She is free from the pain, from the fear, from the anxiety, and she is free from fighting. And as happy as that makes me for her, it doesn't stop the pain here. I mean how can my Aunt Linda never walk through the door again? How is that possible? I mean, I know it's possible but it's just UGH.
The idea of it all is new, and I guess the reality of it all will begin to set in as two sons say goodbye, as a brother says goodbye, as we all say goodbye.
"He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; And there shall no longer be any death; There shall no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain, the first things have passed away." Rev 21:4