Don't know if you're like me. You are blessed with a few old Aunties (and Uncles) still in your life. My mom's sister and my dad's sister are both still alive, along with my Godmother. They are 84, 88 and 93 respectively. I have many, many fond memories of each of them. These women were a huge part of my growing up. It's my turn to give back. Today was the day I took time to connect with each of them. And it's not so easy as popping by or picking up the phone.
My mom's sister, for example, is a recluse. She doesn't answer the phone and will not come to the door. She will answer an email. It is her window to the world. We had a lovely back and forth catch up. She's failing quite significantly. Doesn't want medical intervention. It's hard to read, even harder to accept. She's of sound body and mind. This is her choice. I would love to see her, give her a hug. It's virtual wishes and hugs only.
My dad's sister, on the other hand, has dementia. She was so particular about remembering life events such as birthdays and anniversaries, meticulous book keeper and a driving force behind umpteen volunteer initiatives. The whole rethink about how mentally handicapped children grow up and are educated here was changed by my Aunt and 2 of her friends, all of whom had children with Down's Syndrome. They formed Gateway Association. Through it they supported others in the same circumstances and lobby Government for changes. So much she should be able to contemplate and enjoy. Much of this is gone. When I go over, I am remembered in some sort of kind association. She smiles and is happy to see me. And has no real clue as to who I am. It's hard to stay for long. We travel the same territory over and over again.
My Godmother is 93 and hale and hearty. She lives a long way away from here. We had a wonderful catch up today regaling me with stories of her whole family and most importantly her 1 and 1/2 year old great grandson. It was a long wait for this precious wee soul! It's wonderful to connect with someone who still knows me from my birth. Can fill in some blanks from my early childhood. Someone who remembers my mom ......
While I am lucky to have them in my life, a part of me is sad. I would wish something far better for my 2 Aunts. Wish I could make a difference for them. Hope I do at some level. Yet really it's not what I want but what they need or are willing to accept. My Godmom, well she's my shining role model of aging well.
In the end, it's about what honours and shows love for these wonderful women! Too soon they will be gone.