Bobby's great aunt, Aunt Lil, died on Tuesday at the age of 86. It was one of those long-time-coming and almost merciful deaths: She had been suffering from severe dementia for the past few years and had recently broken her hip. I've known Aunt Lil (and her husband Uncle Frank--he died back in '08) since Bobby and I started dating. Without children of their own, Bobby's family served as the children they never had. Aunt Lil was unfailingly generous--she was always slipping money to children and grandchildren--and had a certain my-way-or-the-highway attitude that was hilarious without being overbearing. In the later years of her independent life, she was known for crossing Merritt Boulevard--a busy divided highway near her home--by sticking out her hand and just going, no matter the traffic. If someone dared to honk at her, she gave them the finger. Only, to Aunt Lil, "the finger" wasn't the middle finger; she would jab her index finger repeatedly up and down in the air while scowling at whomever dared suggest that she wasn't Queen of the Road!
All of the women in that branch of the family tree are set in their ways and very outspoken about it. Now, with Aunt Lil gone, Bobby's grandmother is the only one left.
Aunt Lil once, upon leaving a family wedding, loudly declared, "Well, I thought it was a beautiful wedding. And anyone who doesn't like it can go float!" On another occasion--possibly the same wedding; this was before Bobby and I were together, so the stories have been passed down to me--she arrived in the midst of busy preparations, stood in the middle of the room (apparently wearing a huge black hat with a feather nodding against her nose), and shouted, "Everybody shut up! Shut up! Ludja has arrived!" (All of the sisters call themselves and each other by their Polish names ... well, "Polish" in the sense of the mutilated version of the language they speak. I don't actually know if Ludja is a Polish name, but Aunt Lil has been Aunt Ludja or Aunt Ludj to me for as long as I've known her.)
At the funeral home yesterday, Bobby's mom asked us if we had been up to see her yet, and I realized that I didn't need to (I never do; I don't like viewings) because I had so many memories and stories of her that meant much more than the physical manifestation of the woman she was.
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All of the women in that branch of the family tree are set in their ways and very outspoken about it. Now, with Aunt Lil gone, Bobby's grandmother is the only one left.
Aunt Lil once, upon leaving a family wedding, loudly declared, "Well, I thought it was a beautiful wedding. And anyone who doesn't like it can go float!" On another occasion--possibly the same wedding; this was before Bobby and I were together, so the stories have been passed down to me--she arrived in the midst of busy preparations, stood in the middle of the room (apparently wearing a huge black hat with a feather nodding against her nose), and shouted, "Everybody shut up! Shut up! Ludja has arrived!" (All of the sisters call themselves and each other by their Polish names ... well, "Polish" in the sense of the mutilated version of the language they speak. I don't actually know if Ludja is a Polish name, but Aunt Lil has been Aunt Ludja or Aunt Ludj to me for as long as I've known her.)
At the funeral home yesterday, Bobby's mom asked us if we had been up to see her yet, and I realized that I didn't need to (I never do; I don't like viewings) because I had so many memories and stories of her that meant much more than the physical manifestation of the woman she was.
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