Anonymous
"Growing up Aunt Julie" was a gift that all of us Clark Kids had the privilege to enjoy - and, by the sounds of things here to which I was oblivious as a kid, so did many other village rugrats like us! I have so many wonder-filled memories of our matriarchal families: most, funny and warm. The one coming to mind is that counter of yummy, bottomless tacos and all the fixins; then the pool; and then beloved, slobbery Saint-Dog. Camping. Holidays. Aunt Julie's Brown-ness. Her laugh. Her witty sense of humor that somehow built you up even while getting in trouble. Us kids did so many things that we thought our moms never saw: but when we grew up, it turns out they knew most everything already. As a mom, I am still amazed at how they did that. And I wish every day for one more day to learn.
Our moms were so close in my mind that it is hard to separate them in my memories. I am so sorry for your loss: Uncle Del, Tom, Troy, Peggy, Lori, Beth, Heidi and all of the grandkids - I know how difficult it is for all of you right now. Nothing can prepare you for the loss of your mother. I'm certain nothing is supposed to. I pray you find peace in knowing that there were many beloved souls waiting for her when she passed; and that you find comfort in the gift of being able to send her on her way with your presence. I trust you are thankful for the faith she taught you and hope that you will find peace in knowing that you will, indeed, meet again.
That is, if Aunt Julie and my mom can keep it together long enough to not raise hell in heaven....
Much love.
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