my great aunt jean died yesterday.
i've only met her maybe a dozen times in my life, but she always struck me as a genuinely wonderful person.
once, when i was maybe five or six, my sister needed an MRI so my parent's took me to stay with my aunt jean and aunt eleanor for the day. i sat in their living room in the dark for hours watching tv. i was so scared of them, i have no idea why.
late in the afternoon my aunt jean brought me into the kitchen, and taught me how to make sponge cake. we sat there for the rest of the afternoon eating cake and strawberries. it's my favorite memory of her.
every time i saw her, she would always say what a beautiful girl i was... and it makes me wonder, what makes someone beautiful to someone old? it has to be different than the way that men, my friends, even my parents think of me, right?
is it easy to see beauty in people when you've been around for a long time? Or does it make you feel like the world isn't such a beautiful place? maybe it's all in the person's outlook. i'm not sure. is it faith in people?
my mom sent me a stumble upon link to "divine caroline" today, and it was a excerpt about Faith.
the last line read...
“If you believe and faith comes and helps you, you will not suffer any longer. If it doesn’t work for you, you will be right back where you started. You have nothing to lose when you believe"
Amen to that.
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