my aunt Christine will be laid to rest today. she had a full and fruitful life by all accounts and goes to her eternal reward some months short of her 100th birthday. she made waffles for breakfast on a visit when I was quite young. it was the first time I can remember having them; how I marveled at their toasty brown, exotic to me, crunchy goodness. on another visit, I was probably 12 or 13, her older boys took me on a rabbit hunt. I was just along for the ride and not allowed to take a shot. as I recall, jack rabbits and cotton tails were so plentiful as to merit a bounty.
it's odd that a life of 100 years can be reduced to two distinct memories. we didn't visit that often, usually only when she and her clan would come to visit her mother, my grandmother, in Lubbock. i haven't seen her or any of her family since my grandmother's funeral too many years ago.
still, after all the years, I can hear her voice in my head, I can see her perpetual smile and sparkling, mischievous eyes. my aunt christine was an elegant lady. I will miss her, holding her memory close until the time we can sit down together once again. and I wonder, are there waffles in heaven?
aio
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