Aunt Gaye died this week at 74, complications from pneumonia. Unexpected, I always thought I had time to call and tell her I loved her. She knew it though, but I didn’t tell her enough. I thought it all the time, but the words never came out of my mouth for her ears to hear. God knew. She had to know, but she didn’t hear.
Today is her memorial service. I won’t be there, but she knows I want to be there, right? Life happens and I just can’t make it.
So, I’ll have my own farewell send off in my heart and on my blog for the world to see. I’ll remember the good times we had.
I’ll start with the birthday parties at her house because my day was the 4th of July, she always had it at her house around her build in swimming pool. I always got to invite my girlfriends and favorite cousin Janice. We had red, white and blue cake and swam till it was time for the fireworks.
If you wanted her to share gum with you, she would be glad to do it, but you only got half a stick! Between her minty fresh breath and her Taboo perfume I always knew Aunt Gaye was somewhere around. Even to this day, the combination reminds me distinctly of her.
At Christmastime, she was bigger than Santa in us kids’ eyes. Around the corner she’d come with the greatest gift of all. A pantyhose stocking stretched to its limit filled with nuts, and apples, oranges and gifts of all kinds…dolls, books and candy. We were kept busy for hours.
One Christmas she made a surprise visit. Guess what she had? No, it wasn’t a pantyhose stocking but it was a stocking stuffed full of things just for me, making a memory!
I loved going to her house at Christmastime. Her house was always heavily decorated. Must be part of where I get it…between her and Aunt Joyce and my mom, I come by it honestly.
Well, Aunt Gaye…say hi to Uncle Joe, and Aunt Jackie and Grandma and Grandpa and most of all tell my dad hi and I miss him the most.
Today is her memorial service. I won’t be there, but she knows I want to be there, right? Life happens and I just can’t make it.
So, I’ll have my own farewell send off in my heart and on my blog for the world to see. I’ll remember the good times we had.
I’ll start with the birthday parties at her house because my day was the 4th of July, she always had it at her house around her build in swimming pool. I always got to invite my girlfriends and favorite cousin Janice. We had red, white and blue cake and swam till it was time for the fireworks.
If you wanted her to share gum with you, she would be glad to do it, but you only got half a stick! Between her minty fresh breath and her Taboo perfume I always knew Aunt Gaye was somewhere around. Even to this day, the combination reminds me distinctly of her.
At Christmastime, she was bigger than Santa in us kids’ eyes. Around the corner she’d come with the greatest gift of all. A pantyhose stocking stretched to its limit filled with nuts, and apples, oranges and gifts of all kinds…dolls, books and candy. We were kept busy for hours.
One Christmas she made a surprise visit. Guess what she had? No, it wasn’t a pantyhose stocking but it was a stocking stuffed full of things just for me, making a memory!
I loved going to her house at Christmastime. Her house was always heavily decorated. Must be part of where I get it…between her and Aunt Joyce and my mom, I come by it honestly.
Well, Aunt Gaye…say hi to Uncle Joe, and Aunt Jackie and Grandma and Grandpa and most of all tell my dad hi and I miss him the most.
