Mine was in December of 1988. My Great Aunt and godmother, whose birthday I was born on, was in ill health and we figured it was going to be her last Christmas. We always celebrated our mutual birthday together until we moved to Illinois when I was 6 and she often flew out to Illinois to continue the tradition until she became to frail.
I was living 3000 miles away in the Florida Keys, but I was going to fly up, spend the holidays with family and say our goodbyes. I didn't make it. She had a heart attack less than 48 hours before I got there.
It still hurts just as bad. Just not as often.
I was living 3000 miles away in the Florida Keys, but I was going to fly up, spend the holidays with family and say our goodbyes. I didn't make it. She had a heart attack less than 48 hours before I got there.
It still hurts just as bad. Just not as often.