Slacker By Choice

Sometimes when I’m alone in thought, my aunt crosses my mind. I still don’t understand why I didn’t cry at the funeral. I didn’t cry when I knew she was going to pass away either. I did cry when I was with her in the hospital though, during her last moments. Every time I think about her, I just feel a big emptiness in my life. I never imagined my life without her and now I’m forced to.