Friday, March 12, 2021
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“Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.” Emily Dickinson I will truly miss my godmother and favorite aunt. (Sorry everybody else. I still love you too.) I used to look forward to visiting with her and Uncle Bob (my godfather), because I always left feeling a little happier, a bit more uplifted from having spent the time with them. No matter how many aches and pains they endured as age encroached upon them, they never complained, but always joked about it instead. Uncle Bob would say, “You know, Ted, the two of us don’t make one.” I have tried to model my orientation towards life on their example. I have also found comfort in times of stress by recalling Aunt Angie’s resigned stoicism: “Whattaya gonna do?” And now she’s gone, and what are we going to do, but miss her, and remember and smile...
