"During each of our lifetimes, individuals from your close knit family of souls, your soul mates, will more than likely be your parents, sisters, brothers, children, aunts, uncles, cousins, best friends, and even your lovers."
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The death of my twin soul…
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I didn't go home to watch my twin soul die. But that's what happened.
I remember when she told me what I already knew…
She had cancer and that she was glad that I was coming back home…
I had been in funky-ass fucked Georgia for nearly two year and rarely missed a week talking to my twin soul – Aunt Lenn…
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To her delight and dismay I moved 5 hours away. Not in the same city but close enough for me to burn up my shell card to go see her nearly every weekend.
I didn't even unpack before I was on the road to be in her arms to let her know that I her loved to life!
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I believe the true you begins after life in death – life is the hard part, although death seems to be the insurmountable reality…
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We live until we die auntie – every man has to do his own believing and his own dying – she repeated slowly what I had just said to her, contemplating every word…
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It blessed me so to see her fight, to live even when the doctors said: if you got any business to tend to don't put it off. If you live beyond 3 months it's in the hands of God and he has the final say…
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Live past 3 months she did – feisty, lively, bodacious and always a lady!
Chemo had knocked her on her ass and she rose from the ashes – beautiful as can be and bald!
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"TT if you want to wear your hair now that is has grown back – I'll cut mine too…" I said. She smiled and laughed and in the end she said no don't cut your hair for me.
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Wednesday August 20th, 2008 – I called to tell her "I'll be there Friday beautiful and I can't wait to see you." The voice that spoke back to me broke my soul apart and I wept silently tring not to let it be heard in my voice…
No matter how sick she was, no matter how much pain - she'd never let me off the phone because she loved me too. "What's Joy doing" she'd say knowing that talking about my big headed kids would spark at least 15 minutes of dialogue from me.
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Friday August 22, 2008 – I walked off my job because my spirit pulled me towards my twin soul and I had to go.
I flew home changed clothes and threw some clothes in a bag, on my way to spend the night with her, my shell card coupled in my bra.
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My beautiful, beautiful twin soul was dieing before my eyes and I knew it when I saw her… literally oozing cancer from her mouth and unable 2 speak or move her head, body or eyes…
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Every now and then her hand would jerk up as if she was asking me to hold it. Sleep as hell watching her like a protective mother her I'd say "I'm hear TT your not alone."
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Hours later - I lost my twin soul.
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Then with the smell of death and a hospital sick bed drenching me from sitting by her side all night – I went to my guy Chris (the baddest barber in North Chicago) who had flat out refused to cut my hair sitting across the room looking at me like he was about to take a break until a real customer walked in. I grabbed his scissors and whacked off my ponytail as the whole shop ohh'ed and wow'ed at my boldness in dedication of my love to my beautiful soul mate –
RIP in Peace Aunt Lenn
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The flesh can take your body – but only God can take your soul!
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The death of my twin soul…
>>
I didn't go home to watch my twin soul die. But that's what happened.
I remember when she told me what I already knew…
She had cancer and that she was glad that I was coming back home…
I had been in funky-ass fucked Georgia for nearly two year and rarely missed a week talking to my twin soul – Aunt Lenn…
>>
To her delight and dismay I moved 5 hours away. Not in the same city but close enough for me to burn up my shell card to go see her nearly every weekend.
I didn't even unpack before I was on the road to be in her arms to let her know that I her loved to life!
>>
I believe the true you begins after life in death – life is the hard part, although death seems to be the insurmountable reality…
>>
We live until we die auntie – every man has to do his own believing and his own dying – she repeated slowly what I had just said to her, contemplating every word…
>>
It blessed me so to see her fight, to live even when the doctors said: if you got any business to tend to don't put it off. If you live beyond 3 months it's in the hands of God and he has the final say…
>>
Live past 3 months she did – feisty, lively, bodacious and always a lady!
Chemo had knocked her on her ass and she rose from the ashes – beautiful as can be and bald!
>>
"TT if you want to wear your hair now that is has grown back – I'll cut mine too…" I said. She smiled and laughed and in the end she said no don't cut your hair for me.
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Wednesday August 20th, 2008 – I called to tell her "I'll be there Friday beautiful and I can't wait to see you." The voice that spoke back to me broke my soul apart and I wept silently tring not to let it be heard in my voice…
No matter how sick she was, no matter how much pain - she'd never let me off the phone because she loved me too. "What's Joy doing" she'd say knowing that talking about my big headed kids would spark at least 15 minutes of dialogue from me.
>>
Friday August 22, 2008 – I walked off my job because my spirit pulled me towards my twin soul and I had to go.
I flew home changed clothes and threw some clothes in a bag, on my way to spend the night with her, my shell card coupled in my bra.
>>
My beautiful, beautiful twin soul was dieing before my eyes and I knew it when I saw her… literally oozing cancer from her mouth and unable 2 speak or move her head, body or eyes…
>>
Every now and then her hand would jerk up as if she was asking me to hold it. Sleep as hell watching her like a protective mother her I'd say "I'm hear TT your not alone."
>>
Hours later - I lost my twin soul.
>>
Then with the smell of death and a hospital sick bed drenching me from sitting by her side all night – I went to my guy Chris (the baddest barber in North Chicago) who had flat out refused to cut my hair sitting across the room looking at me like he was about to take a break until a real customer walked in. I grabbed his scissors and whacked off my ponytail as the whole shop ohh'ed and wow'ed at my boldness in dedication of my love to my beautiful soul mate –
RIP in Peace Aunt Lenn
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The flesh can take your body – but only God can take your soul!
