November 11, 2012 by Kriscinda Lee Everitt
Here are some pics from yesterday:
While we ate dinner, we watched Fulci’s The House by the Cemetery, which I hadn’t seen in years. After dinner, for the remainder of the movie, I finished de-stemming the lavender flowers…all done. Ended the day reading in bed—I have about 80 pages left in my Robert Louis Stevenson biography, whom I love.
I can’t leave yesterday without mentioning my Aunt Jeannie. While Big A and I were enjoying our wine, he making dinner and me continuing some unpacking downstairs, at around 4:30pm, my aunt passed away—another victim of the cancer rampant in our family. She was diagnosed a few weeks ago; it was very aggressive.
My aunt spent a lifetime making not the very best choices, as she would readily admit herself. During that time, again, by her own word, she could be difficult. But about six or seven years ago, she started making the right choices, and in doing so, she discovered in herself a truly amazing person. And I, as her niece, discovered I had an irreplaceable role model. The aunt I came to know and love and respect had, and will always have, my undying admiration. I have never met anyone who took her reformation so seriously—every single day she woke up determined to see the bright side, determined to think well on those who thought little, determined to be the best person she could possibly be, that day and every other day. That commitment, to me, erases her past. It is more than most people ever do.