A Life Well Lived

Not an Aunt by blood but by choice and I am honored to have been chosen.

When I think of Marie, I hear her laugh. It was loud and infectious. I think of music, she loved to sing and she organized Christmas Caroling parties. There was always music when we gathered as a family and she was notorious for trying to organize us into singing rounds. Timing was definitely not our strength  but it didn’t stop her from trying.

When I hear the cymbal part in Simon & Garfunkle’s “The Boxer”, I will think of Marie (again with the timing).  I remember sleepovers, Miracle Whip and hair curlers. The woman never met a stranger and you were always welcome at her house. The party started when Marie entered the room.

Aunt Marie, THE biggest flyer's fanThere’s an e-card floating around Facebook that says “A woman is like a tea bag, you don’t know how strong she is until you put her in hot water”.  Marie was a very strong brew. She buried those she loved dearly. Not only did she survive the pain, but she went on to start a chapter of Compassionate Friends so that others could find support when they needed it. When the chips were down and someone was facing challenges, she made a effort to bring the family together. As a child I didn’t understand, as a woman I treasure the memories. 

When I think of Marie, I think of a beautiful voice, a hearty laugh and a fierce love.  So many of us are better for having experienced that love. Rest in peace Aunt Marie.

A beautiful close up of Aunt Marie

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