Auntie L

Nat’s and Owen’s Auntie Lyn has been a stable and loving icon in our family since they were born – and before, in my memory. They called her “Auntie L” ever since I can remember. She was consistent, and therefore trustworthy. She’s sick tonight, and we’re all sending her our hopes and prayers for a full recovery. She’s resilient, a woman of fortitude, full of wonderful stories, an open heart, and a laugh we’ll always hear.

Back in the old days, when their dad and I were married, Lyn (Michael’s sister) was one of my best friends, a true ally. Life did what life does, Michael and I divorced, and Lyn’s and my paths split off to become forks in the road – divergent, not quite parallel, yet familiar. And, when Owen died, she wrapped me in her arms, and I knew she felt his loss in a way that could not be explained. Again, she was my ally…consistent, and therefore, trustworthy.

I know what it’s like to lay prone in a hospital bed, trying to sleep while lights and noise conflict with our need to heal. It’s an odd thing, being in a hospital. Mom used to tell me, “Linda, a hospital won’t let you get well enough to die.” I used to laugh when she said this. The two of us spent lots of time contemplating health and the lack thereof, waiting on lab tests and doctors who said things like, “Well, I’m not sure what’s going on, so we’ll just have to wait and see.” I always knew Mom knew that healing was something that happened with or without doctors and hospitals. I’m sure Auntie L knows this, too.

We love you, Auntie L. Thanksgiving is just ’round the corner, and you cook the best turkeys on the planet. Get your ass outa that bed and let us cook a turkey for you this year; fix us a pot of coffee and regale us with stories from the old days; make us laugh together, while we celebrate our common frailties, our common strengths, our common losses, our common loves…our common histories.

Song for the night: Tom’s Diner, Suzanne Vega (coffee, horoscopes, funnies, and crosswords, wow…we never stopped this routine, but freakin’ whoa…we were young back then, eh?)


~ by Linda on September 26, 2008.

One Response to “Auntie L”

  1. Beautiful tribute to “Auntie L” and her loving support of you. I sense that this is a temporary spell for her and Owen is supoorting her at the moment. Ask her about her dreams or feelings this week and you will both understand more, as usual.

    During my recent hurricane travails, my grandmother, brother & even my beautiful green-eyed Wiemaraner’s spirit (passed 3 weeks before) came by to visit and steady me during my most fearful moments, worrying about my children and grandchildren during the storm. I held regular conversations aloud with them during that 24 hours.
    namaste’ -Talula

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