I Remember

I remember it was a very depressing month; my Aunt Francis was diagnosed with cancer.  I remember sitting in the hospital watching as she got weaker.  I remember it was her birthday, July 28.  I remember it not only as her birthday, but also as the day we said goodbye.  I remember how I cried for her, how I wished for the warmth of her hugs.  I remember going up to Steptoe Butte with candles.  I remember setting her ashes free.  I remember wanting to be set free with her.

S.F.