Monday I had the blessing of attending the funeral of my great-aunt Deane. What a incredible woman; what an incredible life she lived. She never married nor had children of her own, yet she was never alone. She was like a mother to my mom, and a grandma to all of us children. Some of my favorite childhood memories are of visiting Aunt Deane on Thanksgiving. She would always spoil us with great cooking and love.
Here are some of the things that will always remind me of her:
Macaroni and Cheese with hotdogs
Seeing my drawings hanging on her fridge (I imagine some of them are still there)
Making houses and boats out of popsicle sticks
Cream on cold cereal for breakfast
'Little Miss' books
The organ (she was an exceptional organists)
Playing with milk lids
$2 bills on Valentines Day
The last time I saw Aunt Deane was nearly two years ago. Here is a picture of our visit then. I love you Aunt Deane and will miss you! Thank you for your example of love and a life a selfless serving.