Wednesday, December 19, 2018
I was so sorry to hear that Aunt Betty had died. What a sad event and yet what a remarkable life. I remember being enthralled as a child by her stories of going to England and meeting the then young Queen Elizabeth, and her letter form the Queen when she turned 100. Both she and Uncle Jim were always there for us. They were there on the weekends for nutball and sailing. They took care of us when our parents were out of town, comforted me when my grandfather died. I still remember that we came back from a vacation during the winter and there had been a power outage. Suddenly Uncle Jim was at our back door, checking to make sure the house was OK. We ended up spending the evening with him and Aunt Betty, with food and friendship. Aunt Betty taught us how to make leaf forts and about the invisible gnomes living in her garden . . . you know, I still haven't seen one, do you suppose they are still there? I still envision everything pink and the box of toys in the living-room by the TV. Aunt Betty has spanned the generations and will live on in my memories and the movies of my children, well past the time she has lived. Of course we aren't actual blood relatives, but I feel as much of a bond to Aunt Betty as if we were. Aunt Betty, you will be missed and will always be in our thoughts.
