Legacy of Love

Aunt Marie and Uncle Eddie lived in a little brick house with a creek in the backyard and a highway in front. They hosted patio parties where I devoured red velvet cake and the attention of adoring relatives.

Aunt Marie took care of everyone and Uncle Eddie made everyone laugh.

Great couple.

I'd play teatime with Aunt Marie's fancy teacups and eat Uncle Eddie's famous pancakes (secret ingredient: beer) while trying to get a clear signal on their rabbit-eared television. Sometimes, my siblings and I played with cousins out back or we all drove up to Nathaniel Cole Park for a swim.

Brother, Sister and I benefited from the close relationship shared between Mom and Aunt Marie.

They understood each other. Both quiet and soft-spoken in a family of boisterous characters -they shared a similar kindness and consideration for others. Even had the same facial expressions. Uncle Eddie used to say that Aunt Marie won't ever be dead as long as Mom is alive.

Still.

Aunt Marie died early Sunday morning - peacefully, surrounded by love. The last of our family's own Greatest Generation.

And as I leave today for the Scranton/Binghamton area, I can't help but think about this lovely woman who left us. A woman who cared for others, including her oldest sister and oldest child, before ever thinking of herself.

A woman who had a way of listening that made you feel heard.

As a young woman, my mother went away to school for the first time and felt homesick and sad. So she called Aunt Marie. Her aunt's gentle support encouraged Mom to stay and eventually finish nursing school. Couldn't have done it without her.

Mom continues Aunt Marie's legacy when talking to me or anyone else who might cry and wish to come home. Who might just need someone to listen. Mom's quiet understanding and love continues to work its magic.

So I guess Uncle Eddie's right. Aunt Marie lives on.

Still.

I miss her very much.

And always will.