[My Aunt Lois passed away early Thursday morning, March 1 at the age of 87. I will miss her deeply.]
Woodrow Wilson was the President,
Two cents for a letter to send,
The signing of the Versailles treaty,
Brought World War I to an end.
The enactment of prohibition,
The start of IBC root beer,
The first crossing of the Atlantic,
Yes, 1919 was a very good year.
A gal born in Wyoming,
With the same middle name,
Who never went back,
Or rose to great fame.
You were quite the nomad,
You always liked to roam,
But really think it was Roswell,
That you considered home.
Although you had three siblings,
You still were miles apart,
Which really didn’t matter much,
For Ed truly had your heart.
We all knew you were very upset,
You could no longer drive your car,
But at least there was one compensation,
You could always have a fudge bar.
We truly were kindred spirits,
You understood me the best,
Your advice to take one day at a time,
Helped better than all the rest.
Arthritic agony since early youth,
Made it difficult to bare,
With years of constant toil and stress,
Where was all of that gray hair?
The dreaded “c” word hit you thrice,
It started with the breast,
And then moved to the lung and bone,
Was this some sort of test?
There’s no more pain and suffering,
Now you can rest in peace,
You were much more than just my aunt,
And I was much more than just your niece.
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Now THAT's a tribute! Nice words reflecting a wonderful relationship with a special lady in your life. I have such an aunt on my mother's side and it will be a huge loss to me when she dies. Thanks for sharing this, Debbie. See you tomorrow, Lord's willing, at Lois's memorial service.
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