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This is a combined Fleur-de-lis and Broken Key--you decide which is good or bad:
My niece was getting married on the 12th, so I flew to Mississippi on the 10th for the wedding festivities. I took my 90-yr.-old aunt (I was named for her) to her hair and nail appt. soon after I arrived.
My aunt was one of the hostesses for the bridesmaid luncheon at one of the antebellum homes in Vicksburg on the 11th. She wore a new pantsuit, and the food was wonderful. My aunt broke her hip a couple of years ago and uses a walker, but she took her time and made it. I took a picture of her and the bride, and someone else took a picture of my family.
When we got home, my aunt was wheezing and out of breath and wound up dying in my arms. She had told my sister (mom of the bride) that if anything happened to her to go on with the wedding and bury her in the dress she was going to wear to the wedding. We honored her wishes--how bittersweet. They put a single white rose on her seat at the wedding.
The wedding was wonderful--she would have loved it. We had the visitation on Mon. and the funeral on Tues. She looked beautiful (she was always dressed to the nines). The picture used for her obituary was the one of her and my niece that I took (my niece was cropped out, of course).
My knee is hurting more than it was, but I will be leaving for PT in a little bit.
It was an emotional up-and-down weekend, but I do feel blessed to be the one with her at the end.
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KKG
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