Sometime in the night...my Aunt Jane lost her battle with cancer...she was the eldest of my dad's sisters...she is survived by a loving husband, Graham...two sons...Steve and David, countless grandchildren, two sisters...Ann and Ellen...and many nieces, nephews and cousins...
...of my dad's sisters...I knew her the least...she rarely lived in town except for one summer when her and graham were traveling and lived in their very fancy (at least to a young man)...fifth wheel trailer out back...with their very sassy Siamese cats... :)
...because I rarely saw Jane...it meant when she was in town we were either celebrating or mourning...a fixture of the good and the bad...because of this she had a profound affect on my life...
...of all of my Ma's children she reminded me of Ma the most...
I can honestly say with complete love that we didn't always see eye to eye...but that woman had one hell of a hug...she def had a way unto herself and I respect that...I will miss her calls at my birthday...this was the first year she didn't call...too sick for me to call her...
...such is life I suppose...I can't say I saw adulthood like this as a child...for now I am trying to find peace in the memories of playing graham in chess as you sat by with a watchful eye...or how your voice would change when I misbehaved...the old cottage at the beach...your demeanor as your son lay in a coma at Riverside...your hugs...defining moments to a young man...
...you will be missed Jane Pillow...may your soul find it's way...
always,
joseph
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