To Auntie Maria

Dear Auntie Maria,

I missed you when I called that Monday morning. I missed you when you left, surrounded by loved ones. How I wish I could be there to hold your hand, or touch your forehead, just one more time.

I know by your faith, you are now in a better place, rejoined with Uncle and all other loved ones who went before. You must know our every thought now, and I am sure, your every thought is still filled with care and concern for your family and friends, just like when you were here.

Don't know what kind of challenges you overcame, being a widow all these years. It seemed you were too busy caring about others to notice any. “Did you consider remarrying?” I once foolishly asked.. “Your Uncle and I had our pillows right next to each other..”, you replied with an unmistakable affection in your voice. You also replied when I saw you talking to Uncle at his grave site, after he must have left for 40 years. “The family is going to tour Europe now. Come with us if you want to...”, you said. From the stories you and others told me, you were a constant source of strength to your family and friends. I knew I could count on your time and attention, and your words of wisdom. I know you cared about me as much as an aunt could to a niece.

You will be my example for years to come. When I cook from your comfort food recipes such as soaking a chicken over night after boiling it for 10 minutes, or preparing seafood congee, I will think of you. Even without an outgoing personality such as yours, in my quiet ways, I will not let an opportunity go by without at least trying to be a source of strength, comfort or encouragement to others.

Do I miss you, Auntie Maria.

Your Niece,
Grace