Never Gone

I can still remember the smell of the country breeze blowing through the open window as we sped down the highway. It was a beautiful, sunny day, perfect for our trip upstate to visit my cousins. My uncle was driving and my aunt was his navigator, constantly referring back to the mapquest directions she had printed out. As she picked them up to check for the next exit, the wind gusted through the open window and pulled the directions right out of her hand, blowing them away down the highway. There was a moment of shocked silence and then my aunts contagious, hysterical laughter filled the car. She was so perfectly alive in that moment, that my brain still can't understand how there can now

be a world without her in it. But, I suppose that's the beauty of

memory, a piece of her will always be alive to me. She'll never be fully gone.