Sunday, August 02, 2009

Aunt Harma, who is 85, with Paul, and her son, James and his wife, Susan.

Myself with Aunt Harma and James. I don't know why we had her sitting down - she's perfectably capable of standing and walking. I hope I'm as healthy as she is when I'm her age!

This is four generations - James, his grandson, Camden, daughter Erin, and Aunt Harma.

Well, after my mother died 15 years ago, I gained a closer relationship with my Aunt Harma - my mother's brother's wife. Her husband, my Uncle Emory (and never a finer, kinder and more gentle man did ever exist) died about 5 years ago, and a quite a bit after that, she tells me with some trepedation, that she has a new "friend" and they travel together and eat meals together, but certainly do not live together. Oh, Harma, I tell her - how wonderful for you to have a special friend.


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