There was lots of joy and fun celebrating Mom and Mo on Friday and Saturday but some sadness both before and after.
My Dad’s sister Frances died and her services were held in Michigan just before we arrived in Virginia. She was 85 years old. Mom and Kevin were able to attend the services with a really, really quick trip arriving back home a few hours after we got there. I’d just come across this old photo of her with her husband Bob the week before.
Yesterday was Dad’s birthday and today the 35th anniversary of his death. This is not a good quality photo but it shows him with his siblings. Just the middle two sisters are still alive.
I still miss him so much and while I hadn’t seen Aunt Frances for a while, I will miss her too.
I was just talking today with a friend about when a sibling dies and the heartache there is for years. I have no aunts or uncles left and no siblings either. I was in the middle and I’m here still. Sorry about your loss Mary.
Losing someone special is difficult but you wrote of her with love and shared experiences. I hope she stays in your heart and mind .
I’m sorry for you family’s loss, Mary.
My condolences to your family.