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I don't even know what to say right now, but I've got to get this out.

My great-aunt passed away today. I just got home from work and my mom told me a few minutes ago.

My aunt's been sick for a while...stage four cancer is what they said. No one knew how much longer she'd be with us, how much longer until God took her home. And I guess that day was today.

I miss her already. She was sick when I was little, a tumor that we thought went away. But it came back.

When I was in elementary school, she gave me a lotion and a chapstick for my birthday. When I lost that chapstick, I cried. Because I never knew if it'd be the last gift I'd receive from her.

The last time I saw my aunt was this past summer. They'd moved up into the mountains, so that was really our only chance to see her. I just wish that wasn't my last goodbye to her.

I never thought she wouldn't make it to this Christmas. And I know her suffering is over, I know I shouldn't be sad, but I can't help it.

I wish I could've seen her one last time.