My aunt

I thought of my aunt today, as I do most days.

She is spending her sixth year in heaven and rejoicing and singing with the Lord.

I miss her. A lot.

The sting has lessened, but it is still there. There is so much I miss about her.

My cousin, her daughter, and I talked the other day since it was cousins birthday. She said, "why do we miss our moms most on our birthdays?" Well, because mom's are special and they always remember your birthday.

Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.

Hebrews 13:8, King James Version