‎”To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep—
To sleep—perchance to dream:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.”

There’s not much I can say because I am at a loss of words at the moment.  At 4:45am I received a call, and my aunt passed away.  After sharing laughs, exchanging gifts, and birthdays we’ve all come together for, in an instant, it changed when cancer took a strong hold of your life.  After battling over 16 years of excruciating pain, fatigue, and IV’s, I am proud to say that I knew such a strong woman who could handle those burdens while traveling the world for the last time.  I miss you.  Your suffering is over, now rest in peace because you deserve it.  ”To sleep—perchance to dream.”  Dream beautiful dreams and let ribbons of euphoria take hold of your afterlife.  I love you, aunty Cara and miss you all the more.