Or those that know my parents, my sister or myself -
Know my Aunt Jean.
She was the closest thing I had to a grandparent after the age of 8.
She was at every holiday, birthday, parade, performance and at my moms for dinner most every Sunday for about 20 years.
She was the older sister of my grandma Strasser. Outliving her younger sister by 27 years.
She came over once a week to watch Corey and Anna while I picked up jake from Kindergarten. And even in her early eighties she was sharp as a whip.
She was independent and a very proud woman. I cannot remember anything in our life important that she wasn't a part of.
She was my "babysitter" on Saturday nights and my golden girl companion.
A few years ago we started noticing signs of dimentia.
She was struggling and living alone in her house. She did not want to leave, but it was not safe for her to stay.
So she moved into a dependent living facility.
For the past year her body has been here, but her mind as we knew her was no longer here.
I pray that when she got to Heaven yesterday she only remembers the wonderful things- the happy things. That she will see herself as the independent