I'm not much for publicly baring my personal soul (no, not even on Facebook - ESPECIALLY NOT ON FACEBOOK!) I've gone back and forth about whether to post about this, but decided my blog - my rules. I've lost one of my faithful readers this week. My amazing aunt, "NZ Nancy" died last Thursday. She was a hilarious lady. Once told my mother to look in the end of the garden hose to tell her when the water was coming. Word on the street is my mother did it. She lived by her own rules - as far as I could tell without apology - which I always admired. For the last 20 plus years, she lived on a sheep farm in New Zealand. For years, she had a rooster for a pet - and he lived in the house. She had a beloved dog named Ben,and a horse named Star. She adopted ducklings. She was considered an expert in the field of Mastyocytosis, founded "MastoKids" and helped countless people in their struggle with this disease. She will be missed by many.
When I heard she went into hospice, I thought I should write her a letter about how much she meant to me. I got interrupted. Over the last month, I thought about it many times. I got busy. Composed it in my head, but never quite got around to writing it. I got distracted. I didn't want to email. I wanted to write. With a pen. And mail it. With a stamp. And now this note paper sits where it has for a month, with no one to write to.
Don't wait. Tell people you love them. Tell them today because there aren't enough tomorrows.
Aunt Nancy, I want to be just like you when I grow up.
Love, Karen
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