R.I.P. Aunt Tammy

Dear Aunt Tammy I know your in a better place now but it is still hard.
The last time I have seen you was at your grave and i can't get over it.
I need you, i need you by my side. I dream about you every night and I
dream about the past when you would hold me i would stop crying when
 I was a baby but still i stopped. And with you gone its like the end of the
 world. You were the third one of the pattern and what i mean by that is
the first person that died was three years ago and that was uncle pat.
Then it was great grandma hover a year later. Then you a year after her.
 My live without you is a living nightmare now and i know you won't be
able to read this but im still writing it.

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