So let me start by saying of course my favorite people are my husband & daughter. But this person I knew before each of them. Sadly she never got to meet them.

This is different. This is about that one person who is just extra special. That one person who gives advice but will also sit & listen & never judge you. That one person you go to for a good talk, laugh or cry. That one special person who is unlike any other. 

My favorite person is my Aunt Veronica. She was always extra special to me & she had this gift of making you feel like you were her special person. She was like my Grandma & could make you feel like you were her favorite. Of course, she didn’t have favorites but I still felt so special & felt our relationship was different. 

She lit up the room with her smile & laugh. She was kind, caring & a motherless mother. You see she never had biological children but she had more than 2 dozen nieces & nephews. She poured her heart into each of us.

She was my go to. I would go visit and stay with her every summer to shop for school clothes & pagent outfits, go to movies, eat at our favorite restaurants & just stay up talking & laughing. Oh how I miss her laugh. 

She knew my fears, my dreams, & she believed in me. She is a main reason I write today. I had began writing for the non profit I worked at & she would email me about my blog. She would tell me that I had a talent with words & in one of the last emails I have from her she suggests writing a book together. I wanted that. That was my dream. To spend a summer writing with my favorite person.

I miss her everyday. I think about her daily. I want to hear her laugh & feel her hugs. I want to smell her hair & see her smile. I want to write our book. 

Not a day goes by I don’t think of her. Sometimes I see a glimmer of her in Ava & I smile. 

It’s been 7 years. 7 years without her laugh and smile. 7 years of change, family additions. 7 years without my favorite person.