As I have gotten older I have learned many lessons about life, but there is one in particular that I'll never forget, that is to appreciate your loved ones as much as possible because you never know when you might loose them.
My aunt Sylvia was the nicest lady who ever lived. She was a widow and never had children, but she had this French poodle that she loved as though it were her own daughter. She wasn't my real aunt but I loved her so much that I called her that. Ever since I can remember, she used to come to my house and play canasta with my cousins and me. She also used to bring us the candy parents never let us have. She was in her sixties, but by the way she acted, you would have never been able to tell. On weekends she always went dancing and came back talking about all the guys who asked for her phone number.
Whenever we held family gatherings, she would make sure to bring her most comfortable shoes, so she could dance the night away. When I was about ten-years-old, she became very ill. She had always been diabetic, but this time, it had really taken over her life.
It was Sunday afternoon when we received a phone call from my uncle mike saying she had collapsed at home and had been rushed to the hospital; her leg was to be amputated. My family and I immediately left the house to go see her. We arrived thinking she would be devastated, but somehow wasn't. She was very strong, extremely religious, and believed that everything happened for a reason. She believed that whatever happened to her was because God wanted it that way.
Shortly after, I got my first real...