My Aunt Jeanie passed away yesterday morning due to complications of Covid. She was 80 years old.
(She’s left-center, white blouse. I’m at the end on the left, two down from my Dad, the redhead.)
Aunt Jeanie was my mother’s older sister, and while she always told me Jeanie was a terror when she was younger, she decided to give her adult life to God. Sister Miriam Jude Remar became a nun and served the Lord for her entire life.
Aunt Jeanie was an old school nun. She would chastise us when we were younger if we said something awful – which was often – and was always good for the Old Wives Tales. Her favorite was, “If you raise your hand to your parent, God would freeze it there for the rest of your life!”
She also had her hilarious side, like when we celebrated my Uncle Ray’s 60th birthday at the horse racing track, and she was betting on the ponies like she was a mob boss.
We hadn’t had the opportunity to see her much lately, mostly because she was transferred to Connecticut. She would always send cards and letters, telling us what was going on. and asking how everyone was faring. I heard she caught the Covid right around the day my cousin’s son committed suicide, and I put it out of my mind, thinking she would get through it.
Sadly, that was not the case.
Aunt Jeanie will be cremated, and they will have a service for her in Connecticut. There will also be a service here for the family whenever these Covid restrictions are gone.
Aunt Jeanie is the third member of my family to pass on since September, and today is the six-month anniversary of mom’s death. I am starting to wonder if the Lord is punishing me and my family. I know Aunt Jeanie is in a better place – she was dealing with dementia, just like Mom – but three relatives in six months is a little much.
Goodbye Aunt Jeanie. We all love you very much.