My Aunty Marge

Well, first thing is she was more than just "my" Aunty Marge, she was "our" Aunty Marge because we all shared our connection with her. We called her the matriarch recently at our family gatherings and yet she was an independent woman for many years and we rarely saw her. She grew up the eldest of three. She had a younger brother (my dad) and an even younger sister called "the kid" (more often known as Aunty Dot.)

In early January, Aunty Marge moved into a nearby hospice. She gave up her apartment of 34 years...but only out of necessity. She would have stayed if she was well enough.

The picture below shows the TV in her hospice room where Geo and I would show her pictures of family gatherings that she missed....of family saying hi to her in little videos. The last little videos I showed her were on the day before she died. She saw a little video of F., one of her favourite great-great nieces, saying "hi Marge". She didn't say anything but smiled a little and lifted her hand in a little wave.





One quote from one of her great nephews in an email: "I did get a chance to
see her and we had some fun moments and good laughs. She was really happy that you and Uncle George and the whole family always visited."

She passed away yesterday morning. She was 95 years and 5 months old, born in 1911. Well done, Aunty Marge!