I know that I said I’d be writing about trapezing today, but I got some sad news this afternoon, and I’m just a little too blue to write about anything as joyful and throwing yourself off a high platform.
My mom’s sister passed away today.
It wasn’t completely unexpected…she’s 24 years older than my mother, not well, and by her own admission, really ready to go. However, we weren’t ready, and she will be missed. Because she was a delight. She was quirky, clever, smart. She taught me a lot about how to approach life…with humor and wit, whenever possible.
She and Harry share a birthday and their personalities are similar…strong, a little stubborn, with four extra helpings of mischievousness. The other day, the last time we visited, the two of them started trying to outdo each other telling jokes…and neither could really get one out without laughing. They both had twinkles in their eyes and smirks on their faces. I’ve always loved that combination in a person. Harry will carry that on, I already know it. And I’m thankful.
Because she was golden.
And I’m really going to miss her.
And she would have really loved the trapeze story, so I’ll pick up on that again tomorrow. But tonight I’m going to go out and look at the stars and say a prayer of thanks for my sweet Aunt Peggy. Life is too short.