It isn’t good-bye

 I just got word that one of my all time favorite people in this world, is gone. 

I have always been close to my family. That is how we were brought up, family is important. Believe in God, believe in family, in that order. My parents have been my rock. They instilled in me everything that I needed to make it in this world. It isn’t their fault that I was a slow learner and had to pick up some things on my own the hard way. My brothers growing up were my partners in crime, as adults we had each other’s back. Maybe not always politely, but assuredly.


My aunt and uncle on mom’s side were wonderful people. Very stoic, and very much family. My uncle and his wife on dad’s side, also very much family, good people who loved strong. But my dad’s sister, I have to confess, was my favorite aunt.


 She had the personality that I wanted so desperately to emulate.  She had a style that was uniquely hers without being odd or quirky. She was, who she was, who she was. In her clothing, in her jewelry, in her personality, she was herself, and could not possibly care if she was liked for it or not. She was not arrogant though, only self assured and strong.


She alone called me Rebecca. Once in a rare blue moon she might call me Becky, but the instances so rare I don’t recall them as I write this. Always when I saw her, she asked how I was, then how my son was. If I ran into her while out and about, she would ask about mom and dad. Always, without exception, thinking of someone else. She was there for my husband’s celebration of life service. Letting me know she was there for me.


Like she had been there for me years before. Helping me escape a bad situation. Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear the title of aunt.


It is always an odd feeling, when you hear that someone has been called home. When you realize that you will never see them, never speak to them again in this life. While they will always be close in your heart, its different.

I know, that now she is much better than she was here. She is well again, her body healed from the earthly ailments. She is with her husband Jack, who went on before. More though, she has seen Jesus. 

I don’t know, but I would believe that as she drifted into the sleep that would take her to her eternal home, the angels were there. Motioning for her to come along, her journey was done.

That as she reached those gates of Heaven, just inside, family waited. All of those who had gone on before, ready to welcome her. Ready to show her around, ready to introduce her to all they have already met. Standing aside, as she saw Jesus for the first time. I can’t imagine the excitement and celebration going on in Heaven today. Another child has come home.


She was my favorite aunt. A great person to know. One who dared to be who she was, and draw you into the excitement of being who you could be around her. Who ever was with her, everyone who was with her at any given moment, were special and made to feel that way. I did so love her, and I will so miss her. But I know, I will see her again.

This isn’t good-bye.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to It isn’t good-bye

  1. Our loving relationships do not end. Ever. Yes, but as you’ve rightly written, their absence does leave a void. Anyone who has lost a loved one will relate to this post. It is so much from the heart

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