Sunday, October 25, 2015
My Aunt Carol, or Carrie as we called her, was such a special person. She lived close to my childhood home, and it was not unusual for me to ride my bike up the hill to her house...probably a two mile ride. She always welccmed me warmly, although she never knew I was coming, offering me something to eat at her kitchen table before calling my mother to let her know where I was. I was proud that she trusted me enough to even let me as a brand new driver take my much younger cousins Cindy and Cheryl to the mall. She probably never knew that I had trouble parking my dad's Chevy in the narrow space on that holiday shopping day, until a nice guy offered to park the car for me. Somehow I don't think she would have minded, as I remember her shrugging away the day's toubles with her "what can you do" attitude. My dad was always invited to eat over after my mother died, making him feel more like a brother than an in-law. She was unique, breaking traditional housewife molds; a working mom, a city girl who got a driver's license. Manual labor didn't scare her, like mowing the lawn, staining the deck, or racking the leaves...she will be in great demand at Heaven's Gate. She will be dearly missed but will never leave our hearts. Rest in Peace in the Lord's light, Aunt Carrie, you will always shine in our memories. Love Always, Karen
