Whenever family heartbreak came
The problems big or small;
We all would call my Aunt Diane
Who could sort out them all
She didn’t know of hatred and
Advice she gave but spare;
But all of us would go to her
And she was always there
I reached an age, however
Where I would stand on my own
And though my troubles came in waves
I never used the phone
To call my Aunt Diane because
I was my own damn man;
As years turned into bitterness
And new heartaches began
Just yesterday, I got the call
That she had passed away
I saw her this last weekend
On my daughter’s wedding day
My Aunt Diane I somehow thought
Would always just be there
Because, in pride, I wouldn’t call
She’ll never know
I cared
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I feel the same in the poem but also the tribute to what seems to be a wonderful woman. We need to always remind ourselves we never know when someone will be gone – ALWAYS let them know you care. I’m sure she knew.
Aunts are like maxi-mini-moms.. they know. I, too, am sure she knew.
“Maxi-mini-mom” might be my new favorite term.
LOL
The good thing about Aunt Dianes is that whether or not you call, they know you’re they. They know you love them. They don’t need phone calls to prove it.
❤️