And then there were two, my Dad comes from a large family, there were fourteen of them. Now there are two..my Dad and his sister Anna. Their sister, my Aunt Marie who was 82 just last month and diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer twenty- four days ago died yesterday afternoon.
I sat with her the other night, I am not sure if she knew who I was, but at least she knew someone that loved her was there.
I learned many things from her over the years. How to take care of two babies at once, as she was the mother of twins. How to knit, she took the time to show me how to hold the needles and my thread just right to make stitches that are not too loose and not too tight. How not to be quite so cranky..she was a bit of a crank, that is probably why we got along so well together.
Some of my favorite memories were long conversations on an Amtrak trip from Minnesota to Seattle one year for a cousins wedding. We made good traveling companions.
She was not only my Aunt, but also a good friend. Between my husband and hers they could tell some awfully funny stories and she would giggle so hard that she would practically wet her panties.
I will miss her, but it was time for her to go on, she was so tired and worn out. I am positive that she will be there to greet me whenever I am called to my heavenly home. Her faith was strong, it had to be, she was widowed twice in her life. The first time on her tenth wedding anniversary, and the second time many years later on her second husbands birthday. She leaves behind three sons and five beautiful grandchildren.
I visited her years ago in the hospital when she had her open heart surgery, I brought her a couple of yellow roses..she said “ Yellow Roses are my favorite.” :)