My Aunt Shirley passed away this morning. She was my dad's youngest sibling and one of my favorite aunts. She's been so ill lately and suffered with emphysema for years. So it's probably for the best but it's going to be very hard on my uncle, who is not well himself. Please keep him and the rest of her family in your prayers. I will be flying home Saturday to attend the funeral. It's odd to call a place home when you haven't lived there for 27 years. I suppose that's because my folks finally started growing roots there after a long career in the Air Force...not to mention that most of my relatives and most of my husband's relatives live there. I'm thinkin' that home, like church, is really the people and not so much the place, don't you think? Although hubby and I have established a new home base for our daughters and our grandchildren, a part of me will continue to call WV home. Sadly, I seem to travel there more for funerals than anything else these days. But I look forward to seeing family again. It's a bittersweet time of life.
My two oldest grandchildren were so sweet to me this morning. After I'd received the news about my aunt's death, I became a little teary-eyed and they both put their arms around me to comfort me. At dinner they actually asked me how my day went and if I thought about "it" much (no one explained what "it" was so I guess they didn't want to mention one of the d words). I don't recall any time that they have ask me how my day went. It's usually me trying to drag it out of them. Anyway, have I mentioned that I love my grandchildren?
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