Aunt Ruth

I present to you today a flower that has been blooming in my life since the earliest days of my childhood. She is my Aunt Ruth. As long as I can remember she has been kind and patient. I have fond memories of coloring eggs at her house on Good Friday. The adults would first have to complete their task of making and coating peanut butter and coconut eggs, it seemed to a child that this process took forever, but our turn would come and we would make our pretty eggs to play hide and seek with. Many fun times and family gatherings occurred at Aunt Ruth's house, and I remember spending many weekends there. It was a place where I felt peaceful and safe. When I look back at some of the things we got into it is a mystery to me how she so calmly bore all of the noisy, messy, sometimes destructive shenanigans of three imaginative children (her son, my sister and I). On Friday nights she would take us to the bowling alley where she participated in a league and there were even more cousins and friends to hang out with. When I was in my teens and early twenties I worked with my mom and Aunt Ruth at their sewing shop. How she loved me through those years is another mystery, but she remained kind and forbearing as I grew through all the difficult stages of life. Thank you Aunt Ruth for giving me a place to relax, have fun and be a kid when life at home was so stressful. You are in my thoughts and prayers. ♥