Just got an email from my Dad. This afternoon my Great-Aunt Elizabeth passed away.
She was my Grandma (Who died of cancer when I was 5)'s sister, thus my Dad's aunt. So my sister and I called her "Aunt-Sister". That's all we could pronounce as toddlers, and it stuck. Just as my Grandpa was "Papa", she was "Aunt-Sister". She also lived in Georgia, and I'll always remember her incredibly sweet pure southern accent. She just spoke music... I've always had a soft spot for southern women because of her and my Grandma. She was such a sweet woman too... She was the first who made my name three syllables from her drawl. Sean became "Shee-Aww-Wun". But when she said it, it was dripping with love, and I always liked it. My Papa who just left us was her brother-in-law. I'll be in my room crying if anyone needs me.
I officially surrender to this stupid year. Enough already. Please don't take anything else from me...
She was my Grandma (Who died of cancer when I was 5)'s sister, thus my Dad's aunt. So my sister and I called her "Aunt-Sister". That's all we could pronounce as toddlers, and it stuck. Just as my Grandpa was "Papa", she was "Aunt-Sister". She also lived in Georgia, and I'll always remember her incredibly sweet pure southern accent. She just spoke music... I've always had a soft spot for southern women because of her and my Grandma. She was such a sweet woman too... She was the first who made my name three syllables from her drawl. Sean became "Shee-Aww-Wun". But when she said it, it was dripping with love, and I always liked it. My Papa who just left us was her brother-in-law. I'll be in my room crying if anyone needs me.
I officially surrender to this stupid year. Enough already. Please don't take anything else from me...
It's not even Christmas. Usually it's much closer to Christmas before I give up.
Now, about the man you're building for me. I want him to be a bastard! A hard, tough bastard! A tough, hard bastard with a pumpkin for a head.