good-bye aunt m

I have always had a soft-spot for a certain type of industrial food likely stemming from a childhood following my parents around at their hospital jobs. But, today, I have an odd craving for that fake soft-serve ice cream that is served by Aramark and its peers. That is because it makes me think of my husband's dear aunt M. There was once one wonderful lunch, when my husband and I sat with her for what seemed like forever, eating saw-dust ice cream from tiny spoons.

She passed away today. It makes me sad to write this, but I decided a year from now when I come this journal, I want to remember her, and even this day. She was an amazing woman who had been a nun for 77 years. She welcomed me into the family even though I was from another faith. She was intensely caring, loving and interested. She was a woman who received letters from students who she had taught 50 years ago. Imagine how much they must have loved her--I know, because our family did. While it is sad to think that she is not here now...