I mentioned in yesterday’s post that Jeff’s Aunt Isla passed away. I only wrote briefly there, because she deserved a post all her own. This is what Jeff wrote about his aunt.
In my childhood,
in my Home
I never felt Loved.
is a Cold Memory…
But a few times in my Childhood
we visited Uncle Lee and Aunt Isla.
It was a different world.
One that flowed Naturally…
One where Laughter could be heard.
One where people talked to each other.
One with Hugs….
Aunt Isla fed my Spirit with her hugs.
She cooked real food…
She put love into her meals..
Outside of their home…
was the Woods…and a River…
and animals, and pets.
It wasn’t Sterile like our home.
Sterile and Sterilized.
There were logs in the house
going into the stove to warm folks.
There was chickens in the yard..
But mostly there was Aunt Isla and her warm real smile
and her snuggly Hugs.
And Uncle Lee…
A Real Man..
Strong, Honest, Reliable, Genuine, Hard Working…
Uncle Lee died years ago…
I only cried once…
and that’s because folks were feeling sorry for me.
Aunt Isla died just last week..
I cried just a little, and may cry more..
There is something very special about
my connection with those wonderful souls.
I feel them with me…..
in my heart….
Like a part of me.
Maybe because what nurturing I had as a child
came from them.
And I only saw them a few times..
for short visits.
Yet they were more important to me,
more a part of the person I became…
than anybody else.
I’m where I am now…
Living this Dream,
because of them.
So even though in my life I rarely saw them….
I feel …..like we’re always together.