crookedlines

the last time i saw my aunt bev was her last day at work, still smoking and drinking her price-chopper bought pack of coke. ill see you later she said. she was one of the best. i didnt visit. i didnt call. i couldnt handle it. i just heard stories. cancer. it spread like any disease would. and she fell in line with other members in my family. my brother made it through. hes forever strong. she was strong through it all, or stubborn. either way a fight was put up. it seems like it runs in the family. maybe ill be the one to stop it. i pray i wont pass it. i never did see my aunt bev again. but i remember her just the way she was. the way she'll always be. i love you aunt bev, you peckerhead.