My Aunt was killed Wednesday night. She was hit by a car while crossing an icy street after dark to take flowers to a neighbor. Aunt Janice was my Dad’s youngest sister.
I admit that it has been far too long since I have seen my Aunt. I live so far from home now, and have for so many years, that connections with family — outside of my immediate family — just don’t happen very often. Life ends too quickly. And too tragically.
I remember my Aunt Janice as being very glamourous. Whether or not she felt that way, I don’t know. But she always seemed very “together”, trendy, outgoing, fun. I remember her big smiles.
I wish I remembered more about her. I wish I could mourn her with the rest of my family rather than from afar. I wish that I could give my dad a long, long hug. And my grandfather, too. It was my Grandpa’s birthday yesterday.
She was younger than my parents. And now, so quick, she is gone.
Please pray for my family during this time. Prayer is powerful. God can comfort across the miles.