Letter 11

Dear Alpha Irene Bayard,
Your the only dead person I seriously wish was alive today. You're my aunt but you're also more than that. We share birthdays, there is something about that bond that made us closer than most people realize. There is so much you have missed out on. Your grandkids growing up, my sister graduating, grandma dying, my soon to be senior year of high school. You died while I was in middle school. Most people don't realize why I acted the way I did back then, I was couping without you. When I go to Missouri to visit family, you aren't there anymore. It may have been a couple years since your death but I still am not the person I was before. I think I have finally became a different person, a better one. With your death I tried to keep you alive by picking up things you use to do. Things like your uncanny humor, cooking ability, and vivality. I have yet to pick up your sewing and ironing skills and I don't think I ever will, no offense lol. I hate how fast you died. It was so sudden and unexpected. I have reasons to hate cancer, I mean it was all over your body. Before you died you tried to tell you children where to find your will but they couldn't understand you because of that awful stroke you had. One day I heard that you were sick, the next you were in the hospital, the next in the nursing home, and the next you had your stroke, and finally you died. Too fast and I'll miss you always, I can't wait to see you again. Bye... :(