Auntie

You’ve probably heard of my great-grand-aunt, or “Auntie,” as we like to call her. People are always amazed when we tell them about her. After all, she is 104.

It’s always fun to go see Auntie. The drive to her nursing home from my grandparents’ house in Indiana is about an hour and fifteen minutes long. We always pass the llamas and the striped cows.

Sometimes we’re worried that Auntie won’t recognize us, but she always does. It usually takes her a minute, but she knows who we are. Well, most of the time—once, she recognized all of us except for me, and she said, “Well, you must be engaged to one of these boys.” She’s so funny. Don’t worry, she remembered me eventually.

We’d get up really close and yell in her ear to ask her questions; usually the same ones from the last time. She won’t remember. ;) Once we asked her all about her life when she was young. She told us about her experiences in both of the World Wars—she was born in 1907, so she remembers both! It’s really cool to hear it from someone who was actually there, not just read it in a textbook.

Last night at 9:31 Auntie went to see Jesus. Although we’ll miss her, we’re so happy that she’s finally there.
She’s been ready for a long time! She’s no longer in pain; she gets to see her family again. We’ll miss her, but she’s finally home.

Here's the link to her obituary, if you're interested. 

Auntie's Obituary