My parents both come from fairly large families, yet growing up, there were a consistent few family members outside my immediate family that I really saw, and my Aunt Georgia and Uncle Bud were two of them (I called them Juju-Bud; I am uncertain as to the spelling because I couldn’t spell yet when I called them this… obviously, I could barely talk). My Uncle Bud passed away nearly twenty years ago now. At that time, I wrote a poem for my Aunt Georgia.An Empty Space Losing someone special leaves an empty space. Suddenly what filled your heart is missing from this place. It seems that even when something new enters your life, that void in your heart continues to cause you strife. And the dear one who is lost you can never replace. But you always have the memories of what once filled this empty space. Terree L. Klaes 1995
Almost a month ago now, my Aunt Georgia passed away. It had been years since I had seen her, but I suddenly had memories of holidays and trips to Disney as a child, which revolved around time with my Aunt Georgia and Uncle Bud. I now dedicate this poem to the both of them, my Juju-Bud.