My youngest aunt left us this morning. She was one of the sweetest people I have ever known. My mom's baby sister, Marianne was dedicated to her family, and was lucky enough to meet her grandson in her final months. She was the person in the world who most reminded me of my grandmother and in some ways I am feeling a double loss this morning, remembering a cold January morning as well.
While she lived most of her life in Atlanta, Marianne grew up in Essington, Delaware County. She visited often enough that my children knew her and her children well. She has been to our house at Christmas, baked cookies with them, laughed over a glass of Pinot Grigio after they were tucked away.
I will always remember her in Cape May Point last summer, clearly weakened, but still strong enough to enjoy being with everyone. She was planning her recovery, trying to find way to help people, and talking about visiting us again this summer.
You'll be missed Marianne. I am happy for you that the fight is over but so sad for your children, Mason and the rest of us that your kind heart has left us for somewhere easier. Say hi to the rest of the gang from Saude Avenue. I am sure they are happy to see you again.