Aunt Cathy
My tie with her was thin and far off, nor were there many memories. Yet despite our scarce interaction, She always loved me dearly. Perhaps I should've been more thankful when she sent me holiday cash. Or maybe I should've joined my family On their occasional sunday dinners. But now she's gone, my chances are missed, and it only took until now to wish to see my Aunt Cathy again.
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