One of the loves of my life left me last week. I called her Aunt Mabel and I have nothing but fond memories of this gracious lady. I didn't lose her, in the way I lose my keys, because I know exactly where she is.
I could write volumes about her. She was one of the prettiest ladies I have ever known. At 94 her
complexion was that of a new bride. Her outward beauty was enhanced because it housed what was truly a remarkably wonderful lady. I would put her picture next to the description of the "fruit of the spirit." Think about the love that is manifested by the joy, peace,
long suffering etc., and you have a description of the heart of my Aunt Mabel.
A heart like that could be easily broken, and hers was on more than one
occasion. Not a complainer, but her heart often spoke out to those she trusted and loved. I consider those
conversations during the last few visits with her, as sacred. To talk with her and to recall with her what was really important, was a catharses for my soul.
I really did want to attend her funeral with her family. I put out
maximum effort, but schedules just would not come together in a way that would allow for travel. If I need to be forgiven for this, I think I would want my Aunt Mabel to be in charge of absolving my sin. I know she would readily do this.
Heaven is more important than ever now that the one I
affectionately referred to as "the grouchy old hired girl" is there. Only my family will know the absurdity of this little boy referring to her that way. It was like calling Goliath "Shorty". I loved to tease her because she was one of the few people who could still blush.
So, set the table Aunt Mabel, and call the 2 Myrtles you love to come to tea. Call John Connor Brown to join you. I really want him to know you as I do.
I love you.