Two years ago today, my aunt’s sister Shannon died. She was only 36 years old and left behind a sweet young son. This picture was taken at my aunt’s pool just weeks before she died, and I hadn’t seen her in at least 20 years. When we were growing up, we’d be thrown together every once in awhile when she’d visit my aunt, and I thought she was a rock star. She was pretty and cool and confident and a year older than me. We bonded over discovering my uncle’s girlie magazine stash. My parents were protective; hers let her be free. I wanted to be her.
When this picture was taken, I looked forward to seeing her again. My kids called her son Dalton, “Dolphin.” Even though I hadn’t seen her in so long, we got along well. I was devastated when she died. I think about her a lot and I will miss her.
See you on the flip side, Shannon.