She Deserved More Time

Today was my aunt’s funeral. The room was adorned with beautiful flowers and filled with so many people who hold love for her.

I spent time with my cousin (her daughter) and listened to stories about my aunt’s life that I had never heard before. My favorite was hearing how my uncle met her. Picturing their love just beginning brought a smile to my face, even in the heaviness of the day.

She was the baker of the family. She made every family member’s wedding cake, including my own. Each one was as beautiful as it was delicious. Holiday gatherings were always surrounded by her homemade treats—cookies, cakes, and pies that carried her warmth. Her cupcakes and gingerbread cookies were always my favorites.

I don’t think my brain is capable of processing such a sudden loss. And I don’t think the world is fair for taking her too soon. She was good. Kind. Consistently calm and happy. She had a good soul. She deserved more time.

I wish this wasn’t a truth.

I wish she could still be here…that my uncle and cousins’ love could still pour into her, instead of having to pour out in pain.

I wish life could be eternal. That people didn’t have to die.