My aunt Gertrude is a rare gem.

My auntyie Gertrude is a rare gem. She remains unmarried public treasury this day, and has no desire to do so even though she is exiting the prime of her disembodied spirit in a few months time. I asked her once whether she ever contemplated beingness al whiz during her twilight years, without the comforting companionship of a husband or the dutiful doting by her children.She looked straight at me in a gaze that at once appeared as if she was reaching deep into the recesses of her being.She spoke in a barely audible whisper that she once had much(prenominal) a dream as I mentioned, but no longer. I was gripped with a curiosity that was tinged with a certain sadness, as I observe that within her voice and readily embraced it as my own in empathy and recognition with this woman whom I recognise.She started tearing, and continued slowly the sad poetry that had haunt her for the past decade. When she was younger, just out of college, my aunt was engaged to a human from Chicag o, by the name of Mollier. He was a dealer in antiques, and had a thriving business by the time he became acquainted with my aunt Gertrude.They were a loving couple, always together, engaged in frequent insinuate conversations and shared many common inte bides and tender implications. He was the man that my aunt was destined to marry, and to love and hold till eternity.Alas, one evening as he was making the trip root word from California, he ran into a pathway accident and was tragically killed. My aunt did not receive the call from the coroners till a day later, after they had verified his identity and checked finished their databases. Her intent there and then was thrown into disarray.She left her newly-begun job, and hid in her parents home for the next five years. She had to learn how to live again. As she conveyed these to me, it was not her who sobbed and cried. It was me, one still young and too tender to k straightaway just what it meant and how she must(prenominal) h ave felt.She told me the pain that she carried within her heart, and how that very moment she had died to her own ambitions, plans, and sensitivity.Her life as she knew it, was over. She had died with him. I learned from her that day what courage meant, and how with silent draw a bead on and prayer, one can emerge from a forest of lost dreams and change hope still intact, at least in person. I too learned just how great love can really be, and what lovers go through each time their love disappears, even for a moment on an errand.Aunt Gertrude exit never marry. She will live out the rest of her days as a spinster, having come so close to brio her life with the man she truly loved and losing it all at once.She will still go about her days bustling about in a cheery manner, loving her nephews and nieces, tending to their moments of despondency and immature concerns. She now lives outside herself a woman constantly challenging herself to focus her love on others in order not to dr own in the despair of her own unfulfilled love. She is a beacon of light and hope to us all in the family, and she is what makes us strong and secure.