*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* We'll never forget all the good she did, Even though, to her our farewells we've bid. We love her still, we miss her yet; And on this I'll forever bet. If she is truly in our hearts, From us she'll never be truly apart. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* This is a fragment of a poem I found today after my dad told me that my closest aunt Bernadine dies yesterday. She was a very hearty woman, patient, generous, beautiful and humorous. She was a cheerful soul, firm as a rock, and there for everyone everytime. I saw her last time for 2 years, because she lived far away. I couldn't phone with her because she was nearly deaf. Then I heard she went very ill, cancer and water in her body. Last week she was taken to hospital, yesterday she died. Everyone told me it was a release for her, because she was anguished, her pain was awful. But although I know she is better now and her next life will hopefully be less painful, it hurts very much and I am very sad. Ok I told too much again, thank you for stopping by.