Received a text from Aunt Carolyn this afternoon. She's 82 and the last surviving relative of my parent's generation. She's not in good health, but refuses to complain.

Long texts are difficult for me, so I suggested talking on the phone.

"Well, I'd love to darlin'!"

We like to reminisce about my Mom's mom, her mother-in-law, gone now 25 years—the rock of the family. Sonny, her husband, died about 8 years ago, and we don't talk about him much because big tears come for both of us.

Carolyn has 3 children whom I know and love, girls, my cousins, 14 grandchildren I don't know very well and a dozen great-grandchildren I've never met.

Her family is her everything and probably the biggest reason she hangs on, but she's ready to go "when the Lord calls me."

Carolyn brought up my Mom and how "crazy" she was and how everyone loved her anyway. We laughed though tears. They were very close, like sisters.

It was good to catch up. I saw Carolyn at Thanksgiving and dearly hope I can see her again. ❤️

📷 My photo of Aunt Carolyn and Uncle Sonny on their wedding day. He was 19 and she was 17. It sits on her mantle.