So I never really talk about my family on here, but I just had to tonight. Looking back even though I went through my hard times, I still have some fond memories as a child. I was blessed enough to have my great-grandmother with me until the age of twelve. I remember spending every opportunity I could with her., along with my cousin Jackie. Also, Jackie and I were incredibly close to our Aunt Patty (or as we called her Aunt Monique) whom took care of gram until she passed in 1993. That was a year that my life took a downward spiral and I was diagnosed with all of my mental health disorders. My parents also divorced earlier that year, so any chance at happiness was non-existent. Anyway, after her passing my aunt and I became even closer. At one point my mom, my brother and I even lived in an apartment adjacent to my aunt's home which she had moved back into. But after her husband died his children forced her to leave her home. So of course, she went back to live in her mother's home with her brother and his girlfriend. She stayed there until she too couldn't take care of herself and had to stay in a county facility. She passed in 2015 breaking the hearts of so many of my family members. Before she passed my aunt had one dying wish, my grandmother's home stays in the family, no matter what. She told this to my mother and my mother being the spitfire that she is honored that wish. After all of the other family members that owned percentages of the house signed off on it, the house was hers. You have no idea how happy this makes me. While my mother went back to Pittsburgh just recently, she came across numerous belonging of my aunts and even my great grandmothers. She surprised me with heirlooms that were both of theirs and I was ecstatic. I know this sounds crazy, but my aunt saved me these last four years, even from beyond the grave. Through all of my hardship and obstacles I've faced, there's been one thing that has never left my side, A small bag with some of her cremains in it. I know it sounds morbid, but I know she was one of my angels that kept me safe. On the flip side, I am pissed beyond belief. She has been gone for four years and in that time she was never laid to rest or placed in an urn. She was just tossed in a closet and forgotten about, still in the plastic bag and box that the county placed her in. My mother, whom I can't thank enough came to her rescue just recently and brought her home to Florida to be with us. Finally, thanks to my mom, her dying wish has been honored. She has fulfilled her unfinished business and she can sit beside the Lord where she always belonged.