Today is my Aunt Laurie's birthday. She died a few years before I was born after nearly a decade of fighting Leukemia, she was my age. All my life I've heard about her, and my mom said that when I was a baby, barely talking, I'd say I missed her. It's funny how we've never met, but all it takes is a few pictures and I completely recognize her, and can hear her laugh. I think we got along quite well in the pre-existance and I'm positive I learned a lot of my strange personality quirks from her.
For example:
This picture was definitely NOT my mother's idea
She was much braver than I am, but she had a lot of living to do in a short period of time:
I smile like her sometimes:
And she is the only other person in our family with TONS of thin brown hair:
Even after years of chemo, and having no hair, she accepted nothing but the best this life could give her, and loved our Heavenly Father enough to keep on living with a smile no matter how much pain she was really in:
So, Happy Birthday Aunt Laurie. I can't wait to see you again, thank you so much for all of your gifts and your amazing strength. I'm proud to have such an amazing legacy to live up to.
1 comments:
I LOVE this post!! It's good to know I'm not the only one who feels like they have really great relationships with relatives who passed before they were born! Your aunt seems like a pretty incredible woman; it must be a hereditary thing. ;)
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