I miss her.
My cousin Kysa, Aunt Janice's daughter, has suffered more than me and all of my family combined. She lost her mom right after graduating from high school. But Aunt Janice lives in her. Kysa is the kind, gentle soul who is has a gift for listening. She has this amazing ability to connect in conversations and offer sensitive, brilliant advice.
Thank goodness for my memories of my special, sweet and quirky aunt. Thank goodness for her daughter.
Has anyone you know suffered from breast cancer? How has that changed you?