Dear Aunt Sandy,
Today would have been your 62st birthday. In just six days, it will be two years since you went to be with the Lord.
|my beautiful Aunt Sandy, December 19, 1953-December 25 ,2013|
There’s not a day that goes by that we don’t think of you and miss you terribly, especially being in the thick of the Christmas season. I know Halloween was your favorite holiday, but I’m fairly positive that Christmas was tied for that honor, or at least a close second.
So many of my favorite Christmas memories and our family traditions have your spirit woven within them. Making red and green Rice Krispie treats and cookies for Santa at the Trenton Street house just hours before you gave me a glimpse of “Santa” for the first time. Anxiously awaiting the package from the mailman that held your Christmas gifts and the inevitable See’s Candies box(es) and saving them especially for opening on Christmas Eve while everything else had to wait for Christmas Day. And of course hanging the beautiful stockings each year that you made for Sarah and I.
Some of my favorite memories, though, aren’t necessarily Christmas related, however. Some of the most precious memories I have with you are pretty recent. I was able to spend a lot of time with you on my last visit with you in July 2013 while Sarah and Auntie Margaret took care of Uncle Louie.
I made you tea with lemonade and fixed you tostadas but all I really wanted to do was to magically whip up a cure for the cancer that had invaded your (and Uncle Louie’s) body.
I can’t help but smile when I see Long Island Medium marathons and when we fix tostadas. You’re still with us in so many ways.
Aunt Sandy, you have no idea how much we miss you. Our family is not the same but I stand by the words I wrote to you in the birthday card I had Dad read to you last year.
I wish you a lifetime of pain-free birthdays.
I love you. I miss you,