about this great lady. She was born in June of 1943. She grew up in West Virginia and then Maryland. She married her high school sweetheart. Then when that didn't turn out she married her soul mate. She used to tell me stories of how she would spy on her ex-husband. Peeking out windows and following him. I used to listen in awe as she told me her spy stories. Once she and her soul mate were married they moved to North Carolina. Her honey was in the Air Force and had two daughters from a previous marriage. They decided to set up home in base housing in a tiny house with five children in three bedrooms. Life was seldom dull for our lady. Retirement came for her honey and with it civilian living in a new house off base. A lot of love was poured into that house through the years. The children grew and left the nest until it was just the two with the youngest son. She had turned the house into a home. One she dreamed of growing old in.
Unfortunately fate had other plans. Through the years the lady's health seem to deteriorate right before there eyes. It didn't happen all of a sudden but was a gradual thing. I visited this great lady in the spring of 1998. When I returned two years later it was to a much different lady. This lady let me stay in her house with her and her honey while I waited for my new husband to come. We stayed up nights talking and telling stories. Stories of life and loss. Stories of love and laughter. Yet through it all her health grew worse. She soon lost the ability to drive her car. Many nights were spent in the hospital. Many visits were made to see her.
She had to leave the home she had grown in. She could no longer get up and down the steps like she used to. Her new house was bigger, but it wasn't home. I remember her telling me how much she missed her home. She got breast cancer in her new house. She survived breast cancer in her new house. My hubby and I went to see her. They had the same hair style... none. :) She was tickled with that fact. We spent Christmas with her in that house. My last holiday with her before I moved was Thanksgiving 2004. I was leaving. She was sad. I was sad. She was my mother away from home. She treated my hubby and me like we were her very own.
Last week my aunt went into the hospital. Her kidneys weren't functioning and she had some kidney stones again. She had developed MRSA. She was doing better and was refusing the feeding tubes and airway tubes. She died Monday morning. July 23. She was only 64 years old.
I want the world to stop and pay attention that they've lost someone special. Don't you realize that an angel died today? Don't you know what this place is missing now that she's not here? I didn't even get to say good-bye.
I love you Aunt Marjorie.
