On September 29th, 2018 I was on a flight from DC to LA when out of nowhere I started shaking ...and then proceeded to quietly sob... for the entire 5hr flight! The attendants were visibly dismayed as I buried my head in my hoodie and refused to let them bring me anything to drink. And when the elderly woman sitting next to me finally mustered up the courage to ask “what happened?” I couldn’t answer. I just knew my heart was breaking and that nothing would ever be the same. See the side effect of being “a little psychic” is that your spirit body often knows things well before your mind logically should. So a week later, when I flew to Boston and my family confessed that the aunt who raised me had kept her tumor a secret... and unexpectedly died with me being the only one NOT by her side at the hospital to say goodbye.... The only word I could choke out was “When?” I needed to know exactly when. Sure enough it was while I was on that plane, doubled over in grief... for no apparent reason. And I’ve found myself crying every September 29th since. 😔 ✨Moral of the story: Tell people you love them while you still can fam. Being haunted by words that went unspoken is a fate I wouldn’t wish on anyone. [Pictured: Aunt Melina in Port-Au-Prince just months before she and I moved to America. I was 3 and she was 30. It would be years before either of us saw my mother or any other blood relative again. All we had was each other.]