I L.OV.E. your memory. And I think I love your Aunt Jane too. What a lady. It's sad that some people are just so impossible to love. I think they have so much more hurt than we can imagine and instead of dealing with it and healing form it they deny it and lash out. What a heritage she left you. I'm sure if push came to shovel you would do far better surviving out of a garden than you think. Love your story telling @owasco. This one is a winner @riverflows!
This one was easy to write.
Aunt Jane lived to 90. She lived alone, on the lake, tending her garden and swimming every day, until she entered hospice. As @tezmel said above, she leaned into being herself like no one else I have ever known. I come from some strong stuff! Thanks for your appreciation of her. I think this is the adulation she always desired, and deserved really, a posthumus fame of sorts.