Keep moving on

I'm over being an overcast kid.

I miss my aunt Karen more than anything, but at least I got my goodbye. And unlike my father, who spent a month of nocturnal navigation just to hold his dear sister's hand for one last time and watching her steadily get worse, I got one good day.

Summer might be over, but we still have sunshine.

It killed me to watch someone and something fall apart. But now that these things have passed, I have nothing but the best memories to think of, and never again the pain that I felt as the end found its way to the now.