Bloss

Bloss died yesterday morning. She was my Aunty on my mums side and she used to be one of the most serene people I've ever known. She had a really gentle way to her that attracted people to her. Her house was always full of family laughing, and she was in the middle of a strong brood of Fletcher women, of which I see myself as one. As a kid growing up, I saw her every few days at least and she always made me laugh. Nothing was ever too much trouble for her.
Poor health caught up with her and she left the house less and less and became a different person. I haven't seen her for a long time, but my Mum looked after her and would talk about her a lot. Her health wore her down. Mum said she'd become a little confused, but I think she was just tired of being stuck in her body, that became more of a prison than the house, from the sound of it.
Mum did everything she could for her, and she's got a clean conscience, and I'm glad for that. She knows she did right by her. She helped other people do right by her too, and she's proud of that.

Sleep well Bloss, you deserve the rest.