She bought me gifts on my birthday.

Without a doubt came with me on our yearly canoe trip.

She sewed me a blanket all by herself.

I love her dearly.

She got cancer

All her beautiful hair was gone.

But that didn’t slow her down one bit

She came to dinner all the time.

I love her dearly.

She got a divorce.

That slowed her down, a little.

Sometimes she breaks down and cries.

She still came with us on our canoe trip.

I love her dearly.

She got kidney stones.

She slowed down, a little more.

She sent me a card for my birthday.

Took her longer to sew.

I loved her dearly.

She got cancer…. again.

She stopped.

I loved her dearly.

In remembrance of my Aunt Becky Clough

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