Every time I remember you

It was this time last year that our dear Aunt Linda was struggling to hang on.

 When I think about that whole situation I still don't understand. Why did she have to suffer for months, just to die? That I will never understand. 

 I see this picture and I see her sitting there behind Hope, with her little hat on, and it just makes me miss her. I want her to walk through the door at my parents, with one of her crazy outfits on, talking ninety miles per hour, throwing hugs around, just being Linda. That's what I want, but those days are gone. 

Instead of dwelling there, I will just think on who she was, and how she made me smile.

I thank my God every time I remember you-Philippians 1:3.