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I'm Going to Miss Her Dearly...

The ex-hubs' Aunt B died Late Wednesday night. She was fighting cancer since November 08 (although she didn't tell anyone until Feb 09) and unfortunately lost the battle. And she was a fighter!! BB was very, very close to his Aunt. Just to tell you how close, she went with him to pick out my engagement ring... We spent practically every weekend at her house and any and every family get-together was at her house as well. She was more like a grandmother to BB and was without a doubt the glue that held that family together. It breaks my heart to think about how much pain the family is going through right now from her passing.

She was a hairdresser and EVERYBODY knew her - she even cut my little brother's hair up until she had to close her shop. She was a great lady ~ short and fiesty and SO much FUN to be around. Always had the biggest smile on her face when we would show up and a loud "HI HONEY!" when we walked through the door. Always a big hug. BB was her favorite and she wasn't shy about saying it or about how perfect he was! He felt the same way about her. One of the toughest parts of splitting with B was that she would be so disappointed in me. I haven't seen her since we split up which has been almost two years ago now. I really hate that I didn't go visit her when she was sick. I know she would have been happy to see me and it would have been nice to see her one more time.

I sent BB a text message and told him I was sorry and, out of respect, asked him if it was ok if I came to the funeral. He said it would be selfish of him not to let me and that she would want me to be there. I got very teary eyed when I read this because I know she would want met there... I'm glad I told him first that I was coming and asked him if it was ok. It makes me feel better about going although (even though my mom and sister are coming with me) it is going to be very uncomfortable to be around people that talked so much crap about me and generally don't care for me. Not that I did anything bad in the situation, it's just "my fault" that I left and B took it so hard. I don't blame them I guess. Tomorrow is going to be a rough, rough day.

A friend of hers wrote this status on facebook:

"You know She's having a black cup of coffee, a bomber cigarette and telling the Big Man ..."I'm Home--You Little Sh*T!!!!"..."

That's so her. I miss her...


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