January 19, 2009. Worst Day Of My Life.

On January 19, 2009, my Aunt lost her short life. She was only 41 years old. She was like my second mom. Always there for me. Always there to make me smile.

Her last full day on earth was spent taking care of her sick daughter. The next morning, she got up to babysit two little boys. While they were asleep, she laid down to take a nap. When they tried to wake her up, she wouldn't, so they called their grandma. Their grandma called 911, and she was pronounced dead at the hospital.

My entire world crumbled around me with four words. Aunt Shelly Is Dead. Never again will my life be the same.

Aunt Shelly, I know you are watching over me. You don't even know how devastated I am. I cry every night, thinking about you. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you. It really sucks. Your daughter was graduating High School and you weren't there to see it. Your other daughter was going into the 8th grade and you weren't there to see it. I was going into my first year of High School and you weren't there to see it. It kills me. Really, it does.

Sometimes I wonder, 'What if my mom is next?' Once that thought comes into my head, I push it out.

Aunt Shelly, I know for a fact you wouldn't want me to be sad. I just can't help it.


I remember going to school the day after you died. My mom told me not to, but I said I would. I would be strong. For you, Aunt Shelly. So, Mary called me that morning before I went to school, crying. We were talking about you and we were both bawling. I didn't think I could make it to school, but I still tried.

I cried all day at school. Mom told me if I started crying to call Cole, but I just couldn't. During the morning announcments, they paid respect to you and our family. I cried the whole time. Then, during lunch, some b!tch kept laughing at me because I was crying. Thankfully, my best friend Kaitlan was there to tell her to get the h3ll away. I cried during Consumer's Math, because my thoughts kept leading to you. My teacher told me he was so sorry for my loss. All day, I got sad looks. I hugged who knows how many people that day. I cried on so many shoulders that day.

If it weren't for my friends, Kaitlan, Brook, Bailey, Ally, Brianna, Katie, Katlin, and a few others, I don't think I could've been strong that day.



Has anyone recently lost someone close to them? If so, how can you get past the fact that they aren't there? Is it possible? Sometimes I just want to cry in my room and never come out again. But, if I did that, who knows what I would miss in this f*cked up world.

Rest In Peace, Aunt Shelly. 1.19.09<3

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