JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 330 :: blissful memories

30 Nov

Today’s bliss…memories. 

It’s a magical season right now. I can feel it in my bones. It’s also that season that conjures up memories of December days and the ghosts of Christmas Past.

So it is with a full and heavy heart that I say goodnight to one more memory and a magical soul. My dear Aunt B., a graceful and gorgeous 96-year old. 

She inspired me in so many ways. From the time I was a little girl, visiting her house on the edge of the golf course. She let us hunt for lost golf balls and collect buckets of someone else’s errant drives. I think she made us believe we were getting away with something, breaking the rules. She made it seem fun. In retrospect we were probably doing her a favor! 

Back then, I didn’t know the difference. I just knew she was fun. And funny. I thought she was teasing, literally teasing me when she offered me hard liquor for a cough stuck in my kid throat. She wasn’t kidding. It was some old fashioned remedy. One that tasted worse that cough syrup. But I still remember the twinkle in her eye when she offered it to me. She may have even giggled too. 

I wonder if this young girl, once a Blue Bird, thought she would live to be ninety-six? It’s marvelous, really. And so was she. The last time I saw her she was all dressed up in her pearls. And beautiful. Always beautiful. 

The last time I held her hand I knew it would be the last. As it was with the last hug I gave my mother. Because when the heavens call, it’s time to fly.

So fly on dear Blue Bird, fly!  You have so many here that love you. I can still feel the squeeze of your hand, and I swear I can almost hear you giggling too.

May bliss find you.
Right where you are.
And may we all remember to live while we are alive.

More tomorrow.
{feel alive?}

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