We lay on the bed or floor, I simply can't remember. I stared at the ceiling and she was staring at the ceiling or not. I'm not sure. It was home, or her usual newspaper reading nook. All the details were fuzzy.
You see, she read her newspapers by the balcony in natural light. With her cup next to her. I used to sit next to her, reading my own things. Mom would usually tsk at me, telling me how I was going blind by reading when I was laying down. Aunt would keep reading, then slowly lay down next to me and read as well.
But all I could remember was that we lay there, perfectly happy and chatting about our daily lives like we always did.
It has been six years and I can't believe how much I miss her.
Come to think of it, her birthday is in another 6 days. She would have been 66 years old this year.
I miss you my dearest aunt. I hope you are having the greatest time in heaven and I miss you.