My Aunt Freda died this week. She was 91. Freda was a classy lady who loved books, the arts, and her beloved Ireland. She lived a full life, with multiple joys and plenty of sorrows. She weathered her challenges with grace and always spoke lovingly of her children, her dear grandchildren, and her great-grandchildren. She always enjoyed a good story, which was a lucky thing, being married to my Uncle Ernie who was a great story teller. Now they can enjoy stories together in heaven.
It's an odd thing, being one of the youngest of the cousins generation and, as the years march on, gradually losing aunts, uncles, and my wonderful, dear father. I guess I always thought they'd be around forever, though, of course, I knew they wouldn't. Now we younguns' get to be the grown-ups.
Thanks to my ancestors for leading the way and making a strong, clear path for me to follow.