Speechless. Wordless.

Please excuse my absence of the past three months. There have been many changes, a few challenges, and too much sorrow encompassed in those three months for my liking. Truth be told, I have been avoiding writing because one of my biggest fans is no longer here to read it. My constant, steady beam of support and encouragement is no longer with me, and that makes me sad. With sadness, I lack the inspiration and the humor to write a decent anecdote worthy of Aunt Polly.

It has been three weeks since she passed, and my tears still fall; but the sadness is slowly being replaced with wistful smiles and memories. Despite these long-lasting tears, I refuse to be forever encumbered by my sadness. I know that isn't what she would want. She would want me to be strong, and fearless, and to remember her without tears. And if it takes me the rest of my life, I know I will reach a day when I can remember my sweet, beautiful, and fabulous aunt with a smile. And maybe a glass of wine.

That is, after all, what Polly would do.