I looked in the mirror last night and smiled. The image of my late Aunt Maria came into my mind, I'm looking more and more like her. Am I missing her so much I'm trying to make myself look like how I remember her? The last time I visited her she was overweight (like I am now) and had short hair (like I do).
Or is it that I want my nieces and nephew to have to have her in their life so much (and I can't be like her personality wise, I've already tried), that I'm trying to give them the image of her?
Aunt Maria was the perfect aunt in my eyes and I want to be like her and I want the kids to have that perfect aunt. I know I'm not her, but could I be becoming so overweight because I'm subconsciously wanting to look like my aunty I'm missing so?
No one should be like the dead. They were who they were, and we should let them have their legacy, and try to have our own.
No one wants to forget the dead, or be forgotten when they die. So who am I?