Aunt Polly
Yesterday, my Mother sent me an email. It simply read, "Aunt Polly died this AM," Mom. It was a short sentence that doesn't seem to adequately reflect her beauty and what she made of this life.
My Aunt, my Mothers sister is someone that I have gratitude towards. Until the age of twelve, she helped to raise my Brother and I. It was her way of supporting my Mom after the separation from my Father, given that she was getting her Masters Degree. Aunt Polly made some many things possible for us, and she never complained. Not even about the cancer which took her life. She was just consistently loving and hopeful.
I think the reason that my Mom let me know what happened the way she did is to attempt to blur something. It is the fact that my Mom is devastated and misses her Sister. She may even feel a little alone. After all, Aunt Polly was everything that the word Sister can embody. Friend, supporter, confidant, counselor, mentor, guide, partner-in-crime, family cheerleader and some much more.
In the past I've heard people say, "we're all replaceable." That may be true in some aspects but it's definitely bullshit in a hundred other ways. I cannot think of anyone who could take the place of Aunt Polly, in my heart or my Mind. There is no one that can or will fill her shoes and that's okay. Grief is grief, and like my Mother, I'm hurting too. I can tell by he tears.
Throughout her battle with cancer, she remained herself. She remained dignified. She remained Aunt Polly. Loving, cheerful and always looking for the best to come from within us. I will do my very best to answer her request, by how I live my life.
Life and Death are the Very Body of the Buddha,
Jaye Morris, Curator
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