Dear Aunt Jo,
Your niece and I had been dating just about three months when you passed. We call it our week of hell. For her there were a lot of work mishaps and for me I lost my job in the midst of the hardest finals week of my life. I will never forget the phone call I got the morning after you passed. Your niece in utter distress. Me not trusting her to drive to her family 45 minutes away. I will never forget how this event was the thing that got me to walk into your brother’s home for the very first time. To sit with him, your sister-in-law, and your nieces. I have lost people in my lifetime, but the way they talked about you. The way you loved, the way you cared, the way you would’ve done that to me. But I am thankful for you, grateful.
If it wasn’t for you introducing my now father-in-law and mother-in-law, I wouldn’t have my wife. I wouldn’t have the person who fill the emptiness of what I thought was my cold heart. I have you to thank for that. And if any of what was said at your memorial was true, I really wish I could have met you. My wife and father-in-law, your niece and brother, keep telling how much you would love me and I don’t think I have the words to really express how much I would love you. I would be here, sitting in my wife’s childhood bedroom on Christmas Eve if it wasn’t for you.
Thank you, I love you,
Dear Aunt Jo,