Death of an Aunt -- the loss

It is home -- the loss. I feel as if I am so consumed I can't function. Auntie was my go to person. I need her to go to, but I can't. I have realized just what I have lost, as if I didn't know it before.

I feel as if tears are just brimming under the surface, but I know if they start -- I don't know when they will stop. So I am damed up. I have so many things that I should be doing, but it is all I can do to exist right now. My head and heart is consumed by the loss -- oh how I miss her.