Things Aunt Lydia Taught Me
It has been less than a week since Aunt Lydia made her transfer from earth's shadows to heaven's glory. I can just hear her voice, with a chuckle, saying, "If I'd have known how great this would be, I would've booked my trip sooner!" Her birthday was December 19, just one day after mine. Because of that, and because kids tend to think the day is somewhat significant, I have always felt a closeness to her. That and because she was my aunt meant I could tell her almost anything and not get in trouble for it. Aunts are supposed to fill that place in a kid's life, I guess. They are supposed to be a non-parent, family-type who can get away with spoiling their niece or nephew and listen to them complain about everything under the sun - including secret opinions of other relatives. Aunt Lydia loved beauty. She always had growing things spread around her house - perhaps I got a little touch of that in me. I love the magic of planting and growing - ...