In Memory of Auntie Fanny

Auntie Fanny passed away a few days ago. Her wake is over, funeral Mass is said, her body is laid to rest at Holy Cross Cemetary in Malden, Massachusetts and her soul is up in heaven. Everything was done in eloquent but simple style which is nothing but a copy of the way she lived. Auntie became my aunt through marraige but she was my aunt in the purest sense of the word. She was very frugal as most people are that have grown up during the Great Depression, but generous to a fault. She was generous with her love, generous with her prayers, generous with her food, generous with her time and generous with any money that she had. She loved her family unconditionally. When she heard I had cancer this stoic woman cried. At the birth of all three children of my children, as each one came along she took pride in being the oldest and that new born baby having a chance to be the youngest. The more I write the more I cry. Some of the tears are sad tears because I will not see her on this earth again, some of them are tears of joy because I had the privilege of being her niece, and some of them are tears just because my words cannot describe my sense of loss.