You lose the giver, not the gift.
My mom’s best friend died this past Thursday, I think. No one told me. My sister read the obituary from the paper to me. We pondered the birth order of the children. Her husband was my dad’s best friend. We thought she was older but according to the paper she was six years younger than mother who would have been one hundred this year (April). Ms. Lillian was 94, according to the paper.
Ms. Lillian gave the gift of acceptance. She was always glad to see me and always reminded me how much she and “Gertrude” had meant to each other. Now they are together again. Maybe the curse of the Aldy’s vs the Robertson’s will be over. With her death the old ones are gone. In the past, when an Aldy died, a Robertson died or vice versa.
Perhaps Ms. Lillian’s last gift is the end of that curse. There are so few of us left that I wonder who on my side of the family would die. It would have to be me or my sister; Wilson, Susan or Joyce….we are the next generation to go on my father’s side.
Like my mom, father, brothers, the givers are gone; their gifts remain and so it is with Ms. Lillian and Mr. Henry.
My sympathy to the family. They were our next door neighbors, so to speak.
I am sorry I could not be there to take a casserole to the church for after the service. May they remember the gifts given.