|Have you ever seen someone who is filled with joy? Almost regardless of substance or circumstance, he or she is always smiling. Always laughing. And always loving.|
Our world just lost someone like that, my Aunt Lou, my Dad’s younger sister of two years. Dedicated wife of more than 55 years and mother of 6, I had a front row view of Aunt Lou’s life in that my family lived right up the street from hers’ for almost 10 years. Once we moved, we still remained very close, given the friendship among my Mom, Dad, Aunt and Uncle (Pete who passed 3 years ago), and the closeness of us kids, several of whom my brothers and I went to school with and call close friends today.
When someone passes away, it’s often the case where you remember the past through rose colored glasses, only seeing the good and negating the bad. Although I know Aunt Lou had faults (we all do), my recollection is mostly just the positive.
Having been to their house literally hundreds (if not thousands) of times, I can remember her sitting at the kitchen table or up at their pool, typically with a cigarette in her mouth,always smiling, joking, laughing, and loving. Aunt Lou lived a life of joy.