My Aunt Stella was a funny woman. She loved to smoke her cigarettes, and have a good game of cards with a glass of rum and coke. She worked in the kitchen of the children's hospital where I stayed for a burnt foot.
When I was 11, my Aunt Stella was diagnosed with brain cancer. She became very sick in that short period of time and was in and out of the hospital quite often. After I got home from the hospital she was readmitted because she became too sick to stay at home.
Aunt Stella was in the hospital for 4 months when she took a turn for the worse-she couldn't talk properly and slurred her words quite often. Two days later she said as plain as day "I see my dad and he's here to take me home".
On August 26th which is my birthday my aunt Stella slipped into a coma and passed away. A week after she passed away I had a vivid dream: My house was burning down and we had to get everything out. My aunt Stella was in the rocking chair and I told her that we had to go because the house was burning down. She said "it's ok I'll stay here, I'm ok, don't worry".
I woke up and in the corner of my room was my Aunt Stella looking as healthy as anything. She smiled and gave me a wave then she was gone. I thanked her for giving me that chance to say goodbye. I will never forget that moment for as long as I live.
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