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
(.)
