My Great Aunt who taught me how to listen and how to see without seeing would be 103 this month if she were still alive. She was born the year the Titanic sank, and she died while I was away at college. I remember hours spent with her just talking, playing games, and learning from her joy. She was home bound for years, but she always exuded joy. She taught me that every day needed laughter and at least three hugs. She was my Granny's big sister. I miss her and Granny and Powpow. Living here, memories are evoked often. This week we started picking figs from the same tree that has been in my Grandparent's yard since childhood. I miss their calls to go pick figs, Granny's fig cobbler, and just sitting with them.
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