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My awesome Aunts!
My awesome Aunts!
I grew up tailing behind my mom and her three sisters. These four ladies could laugh for hours with their White cackle making a melody. Watching my mom interact with her sisters led me to believe that families do get along and sisters really are the spice of life.
There are numerous virtues to name in regards to each of my Aunts, and many stories to0 long to write. To name a few:
Aunt Alecia lives on the East coast. Where I don't see her often, each time she comes- it's a two week party! Her last visit, I missed seeing her completely. Not happy about that! Mick and I hope to venture out her way soon. She is spunky, fun, earthy, raw, introspective, caring and all around lovely. She is one person, possibly the only, I could talk on the phone to for hours on end.
Alecia is constantly sending my daughters the most unique gifts in which they create fun projects, get to work with their hands, or play with OUTSIDE! She values children in nature, and I love that about her. One outstanding quality about Alecia is that she freely gave of her unused kidney to Aunt Marianne. No doubt she is a giver, monetarily, spiritually, and physically.
Aunt Marianne lives close to mom, but I do not see her as often as I should. Growing up, she was always around to support me in my endeavors, and most importantly- she loved it. Marianne is loving, thoughtful, smart, strong willed, and a survivor. When I think of all she has overcome in life- diabetes, sight impairments, two kidney transplants, and heart issues- my hardships seem far less then hard. She has a sweet spirit that easily uplifts others and she does not shy away from sharing it with complete strangers. All people matter to her and she allows others to feel of her love and compassion for them. I love this about her.
Marianne never had children of her own, but she took good care of me. I recall her watching me some, and coming to play while Jim was at work. She played Santa with mom each Christmas and loved it. There was always a "four footer" in her home which made visits fun and furry. She is creative, artsy, a great baker who gives away most of her yummies, and spiritually grounded.
Aunt Sheila, died long ago. When I was fourteen, if I recall correctly. She had a myriad of physical challenges in life though you would never know it from her attitude alone. We spent a lot of time together, as she would come and stay at mom and dad's house often. She was a great listener. Because she was sight impaired, her listening abilities were top notch. Mom was eagle eyes and Sheila became eagle ears. Do eagles even have ears? Who knows, but the name fit Sheila.
I loved to push her in her wheelchair and then sit on it's squishy seat when she made her way to the couch or some other chair. She never cared. I used to love to tell her where her food was on her plate. "Ten o'clock is peas, chicken's at 6. salad at 3- drinks on the right". I always felt we had a special code that only her and I- and of course mom, new.
It was sheila that taught me the value of gaining an education. She attended several schools, eventually graduating from college shortly before she died. How she was able to that with her many disabilities was a true testament to me that I could do it too. I used to imagine her walking the same sidewalks I did each winter at Utah State and felt her urging me onward to graduation.
Her example motivates me a great deal in life. All hard things I accomplish with her in mind. I never take for granted a beautiful view and nice walk, or just that I have legs that carry me forward and eyesight to soak it all in. I love her and miss her, but can wait until we meet up on the other side, if only to insure I get the chance to experience a great deal of life that she did not. Then I can tell her all about it when we go on our long walks.
Fine women- all three of them.
There are numerous virtues to name in regards to each of my Aunts, and many stories to0 long to write. To name a few:
Aunt Alecia lives on the East coast. Where I don't see her often, each time she comes- it's a two week party! Her last visit, I missed seeing her completely. Not happy about that! Mick and I hope to venture out her way soon. She is spunky, fun, earthy, raw, introspective, caring and all around lovely. She is one person, possibly the only, I could talk on the phone to for hours on end.
Alecia is constantly sending my daughters the most unique gifts in which they create fun projects, get to work with their hands, or play with OUTSIDE! She values children in nature, and I love that about her. One outstanding quality about Alecia is that she freely gave of her unused kidney to Aunt Marianne. No doubt she is a giver, monetarily, spiritually, and physically.
Aunt Marianne lives close to mom, but I do not see her as often as I should. Growing up, she was always around to support me in my endeavors, and most importantly- she loved it. Marianne is loving, thoughtful, smart, strong willed, and a survivor. When I think of all she has overcome in life- diabetes, sight impairments, two kidney transplants, and heart issues- my hardships seem far less then hard. She has a sweet spirit that easily uplifts others and she does not shy away from sharing it with complete strangers. All people matter to her and she allows others to feel of her love and compassion for them. I love this about her.
Marianne never had children of her own, but she took good care of me. I recall her watching me some, and coming to play while Jim was at work. She played Santa with mom each Christmas and loved it. There was always a "four footer" in her home which made visits fun and furry. She is creative, artsy, a great baker who gives away most of her yummies, and spiritually grounded.
Aunt Sheila, died long ago. When I was fourteen, if I recall correctly. She had a myriad of physical challenges in life though you would never know it from her attitude alone. We spent a lot of time together, as she would come and stay at mom and dad's house often. She was a great listener. Because she was sight impaired, her listening abilities were top notch. Mom was eagle eyes and Sheila became eagle ears. Do eagles even have ears? Who knows, but the name fit Sheila.
I loved to push her in her wheelchair and then sit on it's squishy seat when she made her way to the couch or some other chair. She never cared. I used to love to tell her where her food was on her plate. "Ten o'clock is peas, chicken's at 6. salad at 3- drinks on the right". I always felt we had a special code that only her and I- and of course mom, new.
It was sheila that taught me the value of gaining an education. She attended several schools, eventually graduating from college shortly before she died. How she was able to that with her many disabilities was a true testament to me that I could do it too. I used to imagine her walking the same sidewalks I did each winter at Utah State and felt her urging me onward to graduation.
Her example motivates me a great deal in life. All hard things I accomplish with her in mind. I never take for granted a beautiful view and nice walk, or just that I have legs that carry me forward and eyesight to soak it all in. I love her and miss her, but can wait until we meet up on the other side, if only to insure I get the chance to experience a great deal of life that she did not. Then I can tell her all about it when we go on our long walks.
Fine women- all three of them.
What is a "four footer"
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