About a week ago, my aunt was killed in a car accident on her way to our family reunion.
She was my dad’s only sister, and my only aunt not by marriage. She was my godmother, and mother to 10 children, including three sets of twins, and a son with Down’s Syndrome. She was a teacher, and when she retired, she continued to teach GED classes at the local prison. She came from a long line of strong, active, intelligent, family-oriented women. I’ve written before about her and these strong women here and here.
We were so looking forward to seeing her, and listening to her and my great-aunt share memories. It was a hard weekend, but it was amazing to be able to share our grief with extended family members. We won’t be able to make it to her memorial service, but she has been on our minds and in our hearts all week.
Even though she was 87, she was taken from us too soon. She was an inspiration, even though she’d probably roll her eyes at that. She was another one who, when asked, “How do you do it?” would have simply replied, “I just do.”
I love you, and I’ll miss you, my dear Aunt Mickey.