My own Mother was more of a ‘martyr’ type – always apologizing and feeling inferior to all people all the time. Had I not had my Aunt Jean to balance that, I am not sure what would have become of me. Aunt Jean was feisty and verbal and strong and RIGHT about most things all the time (if you asked her). She showed me a woman could have an opinion that meant something. She showed me women could be leaders and forge paths that no man could. I feel I’ve become the human I am today with the perfect combination of my Mom and Aunt Jean, which allowed me to become my own person of my own making. I thank both of them profusely every day for that…
My Mom had 5 sisters and two brothers, but Aunt Jean was the closest to us in location so we saw them often. I treasured our trips to play with my cousins, Dan and Dave. I so enjoyed the trips to their house - partially because of the ‘junk food drawer’ she kept that she let us access freely that swayed me on my visits. Smile. I tried ranch dressing for the first time there – and thought I had died and gone to Heaven. What was this wondrous thing, ranch dressing?! Smile.
She would take me shopping at times and showed me
She took my brother and I to the Kalamazoo Fair… I had never been to a fair…
Her license plate at the time started with MMJ – “Mean Mary Jean…”
She showed me things I would have never seen had it not been for her.
I will always treasure that.
One day on her way home from work (she was a nurse) she pulled in our driveway (before my Mom and Dad got home from work) and handed me a puppy out the car window and drove away. I don’t think she said anything, really – just “HERE.” I named the puppy Corky. Corky ended up being the greatest dog ever. My Dad was a hard man and didn’t let us have a dog, but how could anyone take a puppy away from a kid once they had named it and had ran it half way around the block? I got to keep Corky…
In their later years, I would clean for her and Uncle Lorin. I would make them dinners. I would bring them food. But the thing I like to do most was make her laugh. She would laugh like my Mom used to, holding it in best she could but she would end up vibrating up and down with joy like Santa Claus. Even if I said something off color, after chastising me, she would rumble…
She had a sharp memory and her memories of events in her childhood were hard for her to overcome. She never did overcome those bad memories. I hope now that she’s on her new journey, she can cast away all the bad things that filled her mind and be free, full of love, and full of pure joy. I hope she hangs out with my Mom and I hope she sets Heaven straight, because I’m sure even God needs a good opinionated woman to assist from time to time….
Thank you Aunt Jean, for you."
I cried writing it, but not a sad kind of cry. I am
full of memories for her and will cherish those.
Death is only hard on the people left behind. The
people who have passed are free from any of those
types of emotions. They are free.
The kids were here over
the weekend. They got in on Friday but took my wee
one with them to a concert, so we really didn't see
them very long. On Saturday we went to breakfast to
our favorite diner, the my daughter and I had a
"Mommy/Daughter" day out and she got highlights in
her hair and I had someone just play with my hair. I
needed my daughter after feeling so emotional this
week. Saturday night my boys came over and we
ordered pizza and sat around and just laughed and
laugh. My kids are quite funny and it was a fun,fun
night. I laughed so hard and was very grateful I was
wearing a pad...
Earlier this week our pump was not keeping
pressure. You would have to go out to the pump shed
and thunk the switch box for it to work. Thumping
the pump in your nightgown when it is 9 degrees out
is not enjoyable. My husband fixed the pump switch
on Tuesday night so we have a fully pressurized
tank. (I am lucky to have a husband that can fix
things.) Our water 'round these parts is 99 percent
iron, dark matter, and other minerals and 1 percent
actual water, so the disruption of the water tank
caused much gunk to break free in the water lines.
This caused the screens on the waterlines to the
washer to become plugged up (or I should say MORE
plugged, since obviously the feed to the washer has
been getting worse and worse over the last few
years). It was taking 1.5 hours to fill the washer!!
Thursday night we moved every thing in the utility
room to get to the back of the washer and clean out
those screens. Now the washer fills so fast I
sometimes miss the rinse cycle. I'm glad I have
dryer sheets on hand... Between staring at the new
toilet flushing like a hurricane and being amazed,
we are now are amazed by how fast the washer fills.
We cannot handle so much excitement in one lifetime.
I am feeling ever so much better now that I do not
feel bad anymore. Antibiotics are marvelous things.
I hope this round of being ill is all I have to
endure for a while. At least it was a 'working'
illness and did not have be in bed and dying. Still,
no more for a while, please.