Labyrinth Day 39

Oysterville.  For Aunt Marge & Mom.

            For Aunt Marge & Mom

My my mother’s only surviving sibling, my aunt Marge, died on this day.  My aunt spent the last few weeks of her life with my mom, in the same group home on the north side of Spokane.  My aunt Marge was one of my mother’s younger sisters.  The last time I saw my aunt Marge was a couple of years ago, I visited her in her own home.  She met me at her front door looking fabulous with long, full, gray hair that went everywhere.  I hugged her and told her she looked fabulous and she shrugged off the compliment saying in her unmistakable whiskey tenor, “I look like the wild woman of Borneo.”  I loved her.

For Aunt Marge & Mom

 

For Aunt Marge & Mom