To cry or to smile that is the question

You have been on my mind quite a bit lately. I miss you, how I wish that you were here. How I would take you with me to the dog show. All the things we had in common, seeing your pictures everyday and how the last pictures I got were with your smile. We didn't have any bad words between us, last time we talked what you gave me was pure love and joy. I know that God is taking care of you and I know you probably have a giant garden with lots of animals and that your health is great now. I wish you could be here to teach me how to care for an orchid or how you could see ash and I succeed and get married one day. I wish I could tell you how they threaten me with lotion and with feet and you would understand and you could tell me your stories of them threatening your with lotion and feet as well. We could cook together and share life with each other. A tear it wants to spill over it wants to be loosed in order to drop down and break. Then I think of all the good times we had and all the times we made you laugh and how you made us laugh so hard I squeaked, and how ash fought a castle and lost. Accepting our friends and US with out a second thought. I smile, thinking your legacy will live on inside of me and ash and all of us who knew you. It may still be hard to talk about you, to discuss our loss with such deep holes in our heart. But there are looks times you're brought up those are when our hearts connect and when you love and light shines. You won't be forgotten and while the deep gut wrenching pain that your loss has brought will always be there. We are just learning to live with it. Its part of us now just as you and your memory is.
I speak for us all when I say that we love you and that will always be there. That the good memories will always out way the bad or questionable because you cared and always did what you thought was for the best.
That love will always be for you my dear Aunt Beth.