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The last time that I spoke to my Aunt Corazon was on the 19th of March 2014 and just five days before she died.
I strain to remember if there was a hint in her voice that she knew or felt something. It's impossible. Our conversations were always about the same things and about the same people.
Every time we speak with anyone, it never occurs to us that it might just be the last time we talk to that someone.
I don't always think of my Aunt Corazon but when I do, it stops me in my tracks for a moment. Like today on the anniversary of her death and it doesn't seem as if it's been that long and I still miss her.
It's two years already and I still feel her love for me.
I think this is what real love is all about. A person loves you so much in real life that even when they are gone, you still feel that love from beyond.
I hope it works both ways and that she can also feel my love for her wherever she may be now.