Since October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, pink ribbons have been everywhere – even in the NFL. Every time I see a pink ribbon, I can’t help but think of my Aunt Brenda.
On November 20, 2003, my Aunt Brenda lost her battle with breast cancer. She was 36 years old.
This is a really hard post for me to write. Aunt Brenda was one of the most amazing people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She was a generous, loving, crafty, nurturing, patient woman. She had a passion for God that was unmatched. She was strong. She was brave. She brought amazing children into this world.
I miss her every. single. day.
I was angry with God for so long after He took her. I was sure that no loving God could possiblyhave taken such a glorious woman from this earth. It wasn’t until very recently that I let that anger go. God had a bigger plan for Aunt Brenda. Her passing has touched so many people and brought so many people to God. More than could have been done if she were still here with us.
The year that she passed away, I was lucky enough to get to spend a week with my Aunt Brenda and her family in Arizona. God, I miss her. I miss everything about her. I miss the clothes she used to make for her kids. I miss the old school cloth diapers (pins and all) she used on her kids. I miss the doll she made for me as a child that I have lost track of over the years. It breaks my heart that she will never make anything again. Every Christmas, I am able to bring back a small piece of her with the tree skirt and stockings she made for me that last year of her life. She never knew my girls, but she is with us every Christmas now.
I love you, Aunt Brenda. I miss you. I can’t wait to see you again.