Aunty was one of those people who will never be known by the world, but shone very bright in our lives. She had a dignity, and faith in each of us that we were the best family she could have. She gave so much to all of us in so many ways. We were constantly in her thoughts, and she was delighted with every visit and time we made to see her.
She loved sweet things to eat, flowers, and especially animals. She made such a fuss of our dogs, and loved to scruffle them up for some fuss. We had to scold her not to feed them buscuits. She loved to the utmost, and never counted the cost of anything she did for anyone. She was patient, kind, and mild in manner. How could we not love her dearly.
She is released from the burden of struggle with her age and growing dementia. I think she didn't want to live longer and get to a point where she did not know us any longer. She died at 95 and has seen almost a century of changes. Changes that perhaps she could no longer keep up with.
Yes I am sad, and I feel an emptyness knowing that I shan't be visiting her and sitting chatting over little things that were simply repeated snippets of news for her and me to share. I will find this sadness with me for some while.