Depression.

My Aunt Denise Died in August. I had just been spending the summer with her. I had been visiting home and I was about to go back there.
She watches me. I can feel her. All the time. Sometimes it's not as intense, because she's looking over her two kids. God I feel bad for them. Her daughter found her. Dead. I the middle of her apartment.
Her daughter is adopting a baby from Uzbekistan in January.
I miss Aunt Niecy. bye.