Tomorrow Is Just Another Day

Just another day. It will be one year, tomorrow, since my great Aunt Pat passed away. I don't make a big deal out of the day she died. It's not an 'anniversary' to me. I try to remember the days that she lived. The day she died isn't a day to resurface sadness; I remember her every day in little ways.

There's lil' me at age 3! I was a wild one (some say that never changed). 1988 was not the most fashionable year..😆

She was one of the great pillars of my life and I really miss her. I miss her deeply. But I always have a flood of memories wash over me whenever I think of her. It seems to override the sadness. I don't remember her by the day she died, I remember her as she lived.

She was an incredible woman and someone that I admired, respected, and loved to no end. Whenever I feel sad about her passing I remind myself of so many memories that it occupies my brain (to loosely​ quote Ozzy in the song 'Crazy Train'). That's how it can feel sometimes when we lose someone we love. It's something that no one on this planet can avoid; death.

When my wife and I bought our home I was attracted to it immediately. I did not even need to get out of the car to know I wanted it. It reminded me of my great aunt's house and had a very similar vibe. It felt like home. Now it is. And it reminds me of her in so many ways. When I cut my grass, the smell of certain weeds in the grass even reminds of my childhood.

I am sad that she is gone, but happy that she lived.

During some hard times, my family actually lived at my aunt's house briefly. So it was no surprise why I was attracted to something that reminded me of that - those were some of the greatest moments of my life. I loved when we would get to spend the day there as a kid. She​ and my Uncle Ron (also deceased) had a great property that was so much fun for a kid. They had a kennel where they bred and raised hounds and my uncle trained them as well. He raised quails, chickens, pheasants and all sorts of animals. It was awesome to be able to experience all of that as a child. I had many great times with them. I rode dirtbikes since age 4, could operate a drill press and bandsaw at 8, had my own firearm and could shoot by 10 years old.. Truly these were experiences that made me the person I am today. I always admired them and the older I get - become more like them.

The braids of time unravel, but do not rewind

Find comfort in pain and love with everything inside of you. Enjoy your life and celebrate the lives of those you love, even after they are gone. No matter if you're religious or have no religion - celebrate life. We are all capable of that.

Why I decided to share

I am sharing this because we have all experienced loss. If it can help others to find comfort in coping with death, it was worth my time to share. I also want to share a little bit of 'me' with my steemit friends so you can judge me..haha but seriously...​

I hope it helps others to reminisce and reflect on their own great memories spent with loved ones lost. I know it is difficult. It's painful. I believe we all struggle with coping with death, but please know that it is possible to celebrate life, even after one's physical presence expires.