Beaulah

Today has been a very weird day. I guess you can say it began yesterday. I could feel something was off. I was anxious. Things were too quiet. I texted my dad but he never responded. Instead of calling him, I said I would wait until this morning to call. Well, before I could call him, he called me. My aunt – his only living sister, his baby sister – had just passed. She would have been 65 in two weeks. Last year, in the midst of the pandemic, my stepmom decided to throw her a small, surprise birthday party. She said she just felt like celebrating Aunt Beaulah. Little did we know, that would be her last.

As my dad always says when someone passes, “It’s just one of those things.” I guess he’s right. No one is beyond death. We all have to die someday. I’m sad. Been in somewhat of a daze most of the day. I have been functioning as usual, but I’m not truly here. I logged off social media almost two weeks ago because I was tired of seeing sad stories and reading obituaries. Ha! The jokes on me. Whether I’m plugged in or not, sadness and death still exists. And, life goes on.

Rest easy, Aunt Beaulah. You will definitely be missed.