Our Aunt Lola died on Friday night.
She and Uncle Don were Sue and my godparents.
She liked the title of Godmother. She signed her cards, Your Godparents.
She had a lovely Greek Accent.
Wednesday I will head to Lake Forest to pay my respects. I look forward to hearing stories of Aunt Lola and looking into the faces of cousins and family that I have not seen in over ten years. Their faces are full of history.
Uncle Mel will be there. He is my father's only living sibling. I know I will see my father's eyes when I look at his milky brown eyes.
I will see family resemblances.
And when you have lived far away from family for a long time, they
are very welcome.
I am sorry I did not have the chance to look one last time into Aunt Lola's eyes.
Death is a wretched thing.
Yet, I hope to see her reflected in her children, my cousins.
A funeral is the most bitter-sweet of all things.
Encourage one another,