I love the passing of time

My Aunt Betty passed away on Sunday. Her memorial service is tomorrow. The memory of her that stands out most in my mind is one from when I was younger - grade school age. She was sitting at my mom’s dining room table. Us kids were playing around on the floor. She called me over… “Psst, honey, come here”. She slipped a quarter into my hand, “Don’t tell your mom I gave you that”

She was like that. Their relationship was like that. I’m not really sure if she felt sorry for mom, superior to her, jealous of her & her big family, when she only had one child (who was, I believe, adopted, not that that matters, but it may play into the dynamic).

When I think of Aunt Betty, I see her with a cocktail in one hand & a cigarette in another. She always seemed glamorous to me. She reminded me of Lucille Ball - not the wacky Lucy, but the fabulous Hollywood star - A mother with a family, but still dressed, coifed & made up to be ready to entertain guests.

If there is a heaven or afterlife, I’m sure she’s there now - the life of the party.

Jim said that he was thinking about this when he was driving around doing jumps last weekend. Thinking about how your ‘dreams’ change over your life.

He said that right now, if he won a lot of money, the first thing he would do would be to get all new plumbing put into our house.

I think I’d get us new cars so that we wouldn’t have to worry about the falling apartness of our current ones. And, take the kids on a 2 week disney cruise