it's 2 years later now since my aunt passed.

she never ever let me talk!

That effing b.

She acted like it was all about HER.

Like it wasn't also about me.

Like it wasn't also about the LIVING.

Yes, I know death is scary.

If it were me, I would be afraid, too.

If I had been diagnosed with cancer, I would be scared too!

I would want someone to take me in their arms and comfort me and let me cry all day long, too.

she never even let me do that for her!

she pushed me away!

yes, I left her alone.

I tried to give her space.

But I was hurting too!

I was hurting too!!!!!

Now she's gone.

And still I am desperately trying to find someone, somewhere where where there is space for me to grive and cry all day without guilt...

Isn't it about me, too?

I am hurting too!

Billi