That was my facebook status 8 years ago today...back when you updated your status in some sort of first-person sentence or some such. It pops up in my timehop each year now, reminding me of the day that Brad's Aunt Linda passed away. He was deployed, we were in Oklahoma and our family was in Michigan. I wished more than anything that I could give him a hug that evening.
It has become a habit to spend some time thinking about her on this day, remembering the moments I had with her. We didn't have a long history and we didn't spend many occasions together. But the time with her lodged deep within and I carry it with me.
I admired that she was a creative; how she embraced her art and shared it well. I felt I could have asked her a billion questions about all of it, but I never did. I hope I told her that I adored her work.
|a lampshade Aunt Linda painted, it brightens my workspace|
When December 15 rolls around and I think about her, I pray God would make me a bit like Aunt Linda, that He would weave a welcoming spirit into my soul, that I would be one that makes those around me feel accepted and loved.