Aunt Belinda

A Tribute to My Aunt Belinda

     I spent my morning looking at poems about grief and loss and how to cope.  I could find nothing that satisfied me. Nothing that was a fitting tribute to you, my Aunt Belinda.

       My mind is flooded with memories of your laugh, your smile, and all you were.  You raised two awesome men. Hard workers with a love of family and friends.  You showed them how to love, fiercely. 

Your devotion and caring nature inspired me as I was growing up.  I was always so excited to see you. I knew seeing you meant big hugs, potato salad, and home-made key lime pies.  You always saw the good in people. Even though life threw some great big punches at you, you didn’t quit. You always took another step. You always got back up.

I have always seen myself as “a lot like Aunt Belinda”. After all, we both are the petite ones with the fine, straight hair. We love to read and love to laugh. You were such a kind hearted and loving aunt. You have always been there for me.  Holidays, showers, birthdays, when I got married, when Megan was born, in sad times and in happy times.  When I remember the most special times in my life, you were there cheering me on.  

I love you.  Words could never express how deeply hurt we are, but one day the family chain will be whole again.  This harsh world will never deal you another blow. Fly high our angel, my aunt, and my friend.