a Sunday morning I still remember

A walk down memory lane and I still remember her scent, her scoldings, her sunny side up eggs which she would give me for lunch everyday, the shows she would make me watch to keep me distracted. I was too young to understand the value of having an aunt (who plays the role of a mother occasionally) but looking back I see the hand of God and how he orchestrated everything for the greater good. 

   The last time I saw her was on a Saturday. She said to me that she had just plucked the last corn cob from her little garden. And she gave it to me and Lily. We thanked her. She looked happy. She looked okay. She looked well. She looked perfectly normal. Little did we know, she would pass the next morning. 

   The Sunday she died was a dark one, especially for my mother who had just lost her little sister. But I won't talk about that Sunday. I want to talk about the last Sunday afternoon of her life which was the most special to her. It gave us all hope and security that she is in a better place. I remember us going to church as a family that day. And I saw her going up to the altar and crying. Something happened inside her. Even though, I didn't see it then but now I do;  God is good. 

 Some memories of her are fading away. Some memories are still alive and vivid. But what is important to me is that she is safe, she is home. And she is still my favourite aunt. xD