It feels cooler today. Plus, the humidity isn’t as high. The day is starting out promising.
A slight overcast shades the morning sun.
It’s also very quiet. Almost as if the day is holding it’s breath… waiting… anticipating… musing.
I find myself meandering thru my memories of family as I await word of the passing of another cousin. My dad’s family was large, and he was the baby. So I grew up with many of my cousins seeming more like aunts and uncles due to the age difference. Not much difference from my dad’s younger years when his nieces and nephews were older than he was.
My cousin Sissy, whose time is running out, was my mother’s best friend growing up. Neighbors living just down the road from each other. Sissy married just after I was born. She was a schoolteacher, which always gave her a gravitas in my mind… an air of authority as I grew up.
She lived a good long life and now it’s time to rest… Go peacefully cuz.
I’ve only known two women named Sissie, and they both were Texans, so I’ve always thought of that as a Texan name (or nickname). I’m sorry to hear the news about “your” Sissie. We’re getting to the age where these events are all too common.
Sissy was a nickname… Margaret Delanie was her given name. Not many in the family still call her Sissy. My family was probably one of the last because of my Mom’s closeness.
Being among the last of my generation born, I’ve attended more than my share of funerals over the years. Several of my first cousins served in WWII even though I wasn’t born until ten years later…