As I sit here in Aunties home, remembering , reminiscing , looking at her wonderful photos, books, and travel memories, I realize …she DID really have the cliché “wonderful life “.
My auntie was, at times, larger than life. She’s been everywhere, man; she’s done everything, man…..as the song somewhat goes. . . The stories of her travels are heavy on my mind, but the details are getting hazy. To Africa and Mt. Killamanjaro; Ecuador; England and Jerusalem with her mom (my G’ma Lola) and her Aunt Pete; California; Massachusetts; to the home place where my parents, her brother (my Dad) and his wife (my Mom) still live; the cabin on the bay…like I said, the details are fading. But the memory of her travels are always there.
So now, as I stand in Tammy’s kitchen, looking across the Breezeway…..I see an empty couch, instead of the vibrant woman that ~wa…IS my Aunt Eunice.
I miss you so…..
Rest in well deserved peace, Auntie. I love you. and please give Nick a hug for me . . . .