How is like to loose a person:

There used to be a person in my life who defined herself as a warrior, and so she was. during her entire life her main purpode wae to love, help and support all the ones who were around her. She had many friends that discovered in her a simple but complete, honest person. For me she was the ultimate person I wanted to be like. She was my friend and in many ocassions my guide too.
This person, my aunt, who had fought in different battles had one left to go through; this was her personal confrontation against cancer.
Since the very moment we found out what was happening to her, we turned into completely different people. We would constantly move around her like ghosts, trying to deliver encouriging messages that sounded (and felt) like ice when they were produced. On those ocassions she was the one who ended up conforting ue. When it became obvious that the end was close and it was inevitable, my aunt was exausted. Now I clearly see that dhe had understood a long time before we did, that denying was much worsetahn accepting.
In the end cancer won; my aunt left us a cold morning in October, 13 years ago. I still remember her last moments alive. She couldn´t open her eyes and I would dare to day that she wasn´t with us any longer. I guess she was making a last trip, visiting faces and places. There was a final moment when she led out a deep sigh and we understood: my aunt had just left this world after 57 years. Even when life had taken away her chances of having children, I know, I feel that her legacy will always be present an all of us: her family.