Tante

Love. It is all I ever knew from her. Her bright blue eyes, a shade that could rival the afternoon sky. Laughter and happiness, joie de vivre. Looking down at me with pride, looking up at me with sadness. The last time I saw her, the car was pulling away. I glimpsed her slight figure behind the window, hidden in the shadows and memories. Looking out to catch the last glimpse of me as I caught the last glimpse of her. Eyes hidden in the shadows, eyes that knew we would never meet again. Even though our time here has ended, our adventures through crystalline memories have only just begun. Thank you for sharing your happiness and making me who I am.