I miss you most at Christmas time

If you've read any of my blogs before, you're probably going to know where this is going. But, since I'm sad today and battling depression I'm just going to get it out here. Because that's what I do here :-)

I miss my Aunt Zelma today. There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss her, but the holidays seem to get me worse than anytime of the year. I think it's because this is the time when I spent the last few days of her life with her. And they were the best days of my life. There will be nothing in my life, besides the day of my salvation, that will compare to those days. The memories of those days are still crystal clear in my mind, as are most of the times I was with my Aunt Zelma.

Tonight I can't stop missing her. I miss her hugs, how no matter how big I was, I could always curl up in the bed with her and she would play with my hair. Even in her weakest days she played with my hair. I miss her love. I miss everything about her. I miss sharing mexican pizzas from Taco Bell with her, or splitting something from Captain D's with her. I miss it all. I miss her.

No matter how much I miss her though, I know she's here with me. She's close in my heart everywhere I go. Always watching, always protecting. Always here :) Her love will never be forgotten.