Her favorite song!
Today, the circle was completed. My Aunt Margaret, who was like a second mom to me for most of my life, joined her sister (my mom), my dad, her husband, and many, many more family members around the throne of God. She was the last one of her siblings to join the throng. The maternal side of my family has lost all that generation. My generation is now the matriarchs and patriarchs of our family. That is a strange feeling that carries a huge weight of responsibility.
Growing up, our two families always lived within walking distance of each other. I guess since Mama and she were the only girls in their family, they just gravitated more toward one another. We did things together all the time. Holidays were always shared. Oh, the times we spent together at Minnesott Beach, Dawson Creek and Jarvis Landing!!! Swimming, skiing, fishing, boat riding, eating, and having fun. Isn’t it sad that families grow up and allow life to cause them to drift apart?
Aunt Margaret was a beautiful woman who, like my mom, always made a point of being dressed to the nines. She loved to shop and her clothes, makeup and jewelry showed it.
She and I had a unique bond. We were aunt and niece, but we were much more. We were friends. Yes, she drove me crazy sometimes (ok, lots of times!), but I loved her very much. We shared with each other the struggles that go with widowhood. We shared the loss of my mom, her sister. We often talked about the loneliness we experienced. We didn’t talk every day, but we talked regularly.
These past couple of months have been difficult for her and all the family. Once again, I have seen how everything can change in the blink of an eye. One minute everything seems to be going normal, then the very next minute, all hell breaks loose and life pivots out of control. Life is fragile. Life is short. Our loved ones are precious. When is the last time you said “I love you” to your family members? Don’t wait or you might lose the opportunity.
I’m pretty sure she didn’t even know I was with her on my last visit this week, but I know I was there. And I’m thankful I took the time to comb her hair and doctor her brittle lips. Although I had no idea at the time, it was my last gift to her. It doesn’t seem like much, but to me it’s special.
I love you, Aunt Margaret, and I will miss you more than you can know. But one day, I will see you again!
Lots of love, Sharon