My children got to know their great aunt and great uncle. They got to know their grandfather's sister. They gained an important relationship in their lives.
Twice they came. Each visit was a treasure.
Their adventures were ours. They shared their rock finds and their pictures....and our world grew bigger. Each visit was a treasure.
We had sale at the farm. They stayed by their nieces and remembered. A loving uncle and aunt with us at a difficult time.
As precious as the stones she gave to me is the love I have for my aunt who left us this week. I always thought that she understood nature the same as my dad. There was a connection that started long before I was around. How my father loved his little sister.
On my visit to Ohio in July, I got to see my beloved aunt and uncle. They always were willing to drive to whatever location necessary to see their nieces. Our aunt loved her girls. I am blessed to have spent time with my family. Time over lunch, over old pictures, over a piece of pecan pie.
This saying 'good-bye' is difficult, but in my heart I know I will see her again....and I know that she and Dad are sharing laughter once more. My heart is with my Uncle Phil in his loss. My home will always be his.
For Aunt Esther Loxley Barnhart with love.
2 comments:
Pamela, you have written a wonderful tribute for your Aunt Esther. I know you will miss her very much. Your memories are touching and the photos show us more about your shared lives in Ohio and Oregon.
Barbara, thank you for your note. The distance between Oregon and Ohio sometimes seems impossible....especially with each loss. Again, thank you.
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