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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