My aunt used to say that money not spent doing good is akin to hoarding worthless paper. She applied that same concept to the wealth of love she harboured that begged to be shared.
She did just that, she spent and exhausted herself with great prudence and generosity. Her wealth was never hers and all she ever had belonged to the people whose lives were graced by her.
A playing toddler. A madman on the street. The car jockey. A familiar face in church. Yet most remarkably, her family cause God knows we're a tough bunch to love.
These days I would like to think that she's rewarded in full. Those who lose their lives for my sake, gain it.
God I miss her.
1 comment:
Your aunt was truly beautiful - only wish I had the privilege of meeting her. I love that you're honouring her through your writing. Much love and light sent your way <3
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