Earlier this month, my Aunt and Uncle celebrated their 62-year wedding anniversary.
My aunt has always told me she loves me and shown me. From paying attention to the Guyanese food I love, staying up late at night to talk about life, to her and my uncle always coming outside to wave me goodbye when it was time for me to leave. I would fight back the tears. I never grew out of not crying when we parted ways.
I know their love for me is an extension of their love for her sister (my grandmother), their niece (my mother), and now me.
Living away from family, and yet still feeling like family, when everyone comes together, is a gift. You don’t have as many stories together as everyone else, but they watched you, and the generations before you, grow up in front of their eyes. What a blessing. I am grateful beyond words.
Rich because I have experienced my aunt’s love and her homemade pine tarts, cheese rolls, and beef patties fresh out of the oven. ♥️🇬🇾
Here is a video I made last year that I didn't share.