So, I haven’t been here for a few days because my aunt passed away and so I have been spending it with family. She was my father’s brother’s wife. A wonderful woman that I looked up to. During her funeral service they asked if anyone felt moved to share any thoughts or memories to stand and share. I did not stand. However, I had so many memories running through my head.
One of the memories of my childhood was when my sister and I stayed with my aunt and uncle one summer and we helped clean, I think, the Shriner’s Club. I remember the ash trays we had to dump, cleaning the tables, vacuuming and as we did these things, my aunt had the old country music going and we sang along as we worked. So, even though we were working we had fun while doing it.
She was a strong woman. In strength and spirit. She didn’t look like it. She looked pampered and spoiled but she was far from it. She spoke her mind and had strong beliefs and did not back down from those beliefs. She worked hard when she had to and helped others as much as she could. I loved just watching her.
Since my younger days, when we would get together with the family more often, we progressively did not get together as often and saw everyone less frequently. We were hours away where we lived and had our own lives to live. It’s sad when you don’t live close to family because you grow apart. Even though the love is still there, you’re just not close.
Every time we have a family funeral, we cousins always say we need to get together and make plans, but life takes over again and we don’t until the next one occurs. It’s sad, but that’s how it is and life goes on, it just continues on.