Dear Auntie Jo,
I miss you already and it hasn't even been a week.
I haven't been handling your death very well.
When I was born,
You told everyone that "She was cute as a bug."
You are the reason I sign all my pieces of writing with the pen name Violet.
"A girl can never have too many shoes or purses." You told me, more than once.
You always gave the best hugs.
You were never afraid of the words "I love you."
I would do anything to get one more "I love you Bug.." but it's too late now.
You gave some of the best advice ever
I sipped my first beer with you at eight years old by accident.
I mistook it for diet root beer in the dark.
Childhood trauma became a funny memory for us both.
I hate that you're gone.
We had so many more memories to make together.
We were supposed to go camping again this summer.
I’ve been told the women in our family are a force of nature.
Nobody channeled that energy better than you did.
You were the force of nature.
“It’s okay to have your sad days, just don’t live in them” you told me once when I was struggling after a loss in my life.
I never forgot that.
I taped that saying to my coffee pot and woke up to it everyday to remind myself.
I got through those sad days and worked towards a new future for myself and my babies.
I’m going to miss you.
My kids are going to miss you.
I’m going to love you.
I will watch for the number 333.
And know it's you giving me a much needed sign.
The world changed with you being gone.
I do hope we get to meet again some day…
Chloe Rose Violet