Is blood thicker than water?
At 91, she moves a little slower and shakier—but she’s as sharp and salty as ever. She calls to tell me off-color jokes; or to be sure I'm okay when California has another disaster. She never fails to remember---and send a card---on every holiday, on my birthday, and my children's birthdays. She reads like crazy but she doesn’t use a computer— and she has no idea that I recently wrote a post about how I wish I had more of my mother’s clothing.
So it was an amazing sign from the universe when I last saw her, she happened to bring along a dress of my mom’s that she wanted me to have. I’m thrilled to have my mom’s dress; and over the years she’s given me so much more.
When my mom died of cancer at 41, I was only 18---not old enough to appreciate or understand the depth of their relationship---of what women can mean to each other. Years later, I learned that this was the person to whom my mom confided her secrets, and asked to watch over her 3 children.
Our father took great care of us; and she had her own family. Still, she kept her promise to my mother….to this very day.
She’s the closest my kids ever came to having a grandmother. They call her “Aunt Helen”; because that’s what I call her. But we’re not related by blood; we’re related by love.
My mother had a sister; Aunt Helen is the sister my mother chose for herself. I feel grateful my mom chose so well; and I wish everyone could have an Aunt Helen.Continued on the next page