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
I wish I had a picture of them together, or something cute from when I was little with them. My mom has some, I’m sure.
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.