Leah’s Aunt Lorraine died on Tuesday. She was 89.
Lorraine was Leah’s mother’s sister, the last of that generation in Leah’s family. Although they lived in Winston-Salem, NC, and we didn’t get a chance to see her often, she was Leah’s favorite. The last time we saw her was at least five years ago, although Leah spoke to her often, or at least as often as she could actually get her to answer her phone.
Her health had been deteriorating for some time. She was in and out of the hospital and nursing homes. At the end, she was diagnosed with uterine cancer, untreatable at her age and in her condition.
Leah is still in the stage of thinking about calling her to tell her about something that has happened here. That passes, of course. She will miss her aunt.
I wrote about milestones in my last post. This is another milestone, but not a welcome one.
I am so sorry to hear of your loss Leah. I am thinking about you.
Debra
I am so sorry for your and Leah’s loss. It is a heartbreak when the last of our parent’s generation shuffles off this mortal coil. I have one aunt and one uncle left, both my mom’s siblings. I call them once or twice a year. They are still utterly engaged with the news and rant and rave about the times we’re living in.
Debra — Thanks so much. Lorraine was a dear person. We had the same birthday.
Leah
Robin — I kept hoping we would have a chance to visit Lorraine, but once the coronavirus hit, we couldn’t go.