A great blessing: my aunt drew her last breath last night at 9 p.m. with both my brother Michael and her dear friend May by her side. The last hours were peaceful; her face was serene.
It’s a gift to a child to have a childless aunt. She knitted and sewed doll’s clothes and sent a birthday card every single birthday from my earliest childhood until two years ago, when she couldn’t manage any more. She sent cards and cheques to my kids too. She had a phenomenal memory.
Her caregiver Pat and I just had a great laugh on the phone; we were talking about the hundred striped t-shirts lined up in her closet when she only wore two, the green one and the blue one. “Sometimes,” Pat said, “she wore the red one to Scrabble.”
Here she is, in the blue one, holding Edward Bruin Green with his hand-knitted clothes and his jaunty red bow. My mother Sylvia’s bear was named Donald Leonard Brown. He lives in my bedroom now.
Pat said, “She’s happy to be sitting up there with Sylvia.”
“They’re having a nice cup of tea,” I said.
Makes me cry.