I just found out my husband's aunt Mary died yesterday. She was a feisty old woman in her eighties. Even with all the tragedy of the past few years she kept on. I heard she was withering away because she missed Dorothy and Bud so much, but she probably still had enough fire to go on forever. When she went out to walk her dogs yesterday, she fell on the ice and hit her head. She then had a heart attack while lying in the snow. Another tragic end.
I only hope to be as feisty and fiery as she was in my life. I loved and admired that woman.
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