This is the last photograph I have of her, taken in 1993. Aunt at this point was still very very alert. Her body failed her with terrible arthritis and not brilliant eye sight. She had glasses, but that really wasn't much of a help to her.
Here she is sitting in her room and I often used to describer to her the flowers outside in the garden at her request. She loved flowers and loved even more getting into a wheelchair and being pushed round the garden. Even though her sight was poor she could tell the flowers very often by the smell. I have so limited knowledge of gardening that Aunt would say oh that smells like a...... and expect me to confirm or deny. My view was, she was 93 and as sharp as a knife and if she said it was whatever flower who was I to disagree.
Aunt passed away in August 1994, just weeks after I returned from getting married. I had not even had chance to tell of her of the trip and she had been so looking forward to hearing about it.
The ramblings & obsessions of a fisherman's wife! ~ a potpourri of history, genealogy and books. Also some general ramblings if they take my fancy!
Sunday, 17 February 2013
February Collage Photo Festival - Day 17
Posted by Julie Goucher at 4:08 pm
Labels: February Collage Photo Festival
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That is a nice last photo to have and it's sad that you didn't get to tell her about the wedding trip. There is often just one last thing I wish I could have done.ReplyDelete
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It sounds as if her eyesight might have been poor, but her spirit was open and all her experience brought to recognizing the fragrances of flowers. It's a shame that you didn't have the chance to tell her about your trip, but perhaps she could sense your happiness and that was enough.ReplyDelete