Dear Aunt Emma,
The wonder of words. Which words to choose, which words to say. What comes to me are what my senses feel. The memories of you, your daughters, your husband, your home. The simplest of them are the ones I remember the most.
The aroma of your home mid morning on Thanksgiving day. I love that smell. It’s a sign of a wonderful meal awaiting.
Monopoly on the floor with Heather and Reaka.
Your Dalmatian…who’s name escapes me.
Shenna’s wedding reception. The rain, the running inside, and that way cool cake.
Floating down the American River with my cousins. You dropped us off….and picked us up.
The special way you made me feel…I got to do things my brother didn’t. I was the one that got to stay at Emma and Ted’s for the week. I loved those times.
Chris’ blessing.
The Art Work. The ridiculous amount of talent you and Ted have is not fair. Your home in itself is a work of Art.
Your daughters. You’ve raised three beautiful, strong, intelligent women. I am so proud to be their cousin.
The memories of you and my mother together. Working in the kitchen together, comparing each others art work….quilts….anything and everything creative. You made each other better artisans.
The love I felt from you and Ted every time I walked into your home.
I have been blessed to be your niece. Rest well and enjoy the love that surrounds you.
With Much Love,
Jennie
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