I posted an entry a few months ago in which I mentioned my two elderly aunts and how I’d made a conscious effort to spend more time with them. I’m so glad now that I did.
A tiny woman, my mother’s sister had always worn high heels. When she was first diagnosed with cancer and began treatments, she purchased a new pair of heels. Wearing them was to be her reward once she was well enough.
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My aunt lost her battle with cancer this past week. She was 91. I know she had a full, generous and productive life. I know the past two years had been a real challenge. I know she had reached a point where she was ready to go. Still, selfishly, I grieve.
She was laid to rest yesterday in a blue suit and a pair of red patent leather pumps… with 4-inch heels.
Just the thought makes me smile.
