To Where You Are

Dear Aunt,

I suddenly miss you very much. It has been a while since you left us for Heaven on that very fateful day. Every time I pick up my guitar, I think of you. The fact that it was yours and though you never really give it to me, I felt like you would want me to have it. And now that it has become such a HUGE part of my life. It has become a lovely instrument that brings me indefinite joy.

I miss your presence. I miss you.

Your niece =)