Annice
On Feb. 17th, my dear Aunt Frances died at the age of 82. She was the last aunt of the Brown sisters, leaving my father with no remaining siblings, and he is sad. I understand that sadness because I know how sad I would be without my sisters and my brother. When my dad called last week to tell me the news, he ended the conversation by saying, “Enjoy your life because it doesn’t last long enough.” And while my dad is more than 25 years older than I am, I feel the force of that statement.
For me, Aunt France’s death feels like the end of an era, an era of women who were “ladies,” and naturally so. It’s not that ladies don’t exist today, but that term is almost never used to define anyone of our generation. (I felt the same way when Jackie Kennedy died.) An era has passed, and our generation is now the generation of mothers and aunts that will be defined by our daughters and nieces. What will they say about us?
My Aunt Frances always took great care to look her best. She was witty and knew what to say and when to say it. She never wore white after Labor Day and was never without lipstick. She always sent a card for significant birthdays, 18, 21, 30, 40, and 50. Most importantly, my aunt was forever doing for others. Her obituary said it right: “She was passionate about contributing to the community, and rarely, if ever, said ‘no’ when asked to help individuals and organizations. Hadassah, a women’s Jewish organization, was the one closest to her heart.”
In fact, when I got my first job in Washington, D.C., Aunt Frances paid for my membership in Hadassah for many years, which included a monthly magazine. I was never interested in Hadassah and finally cancelled the subscription. Aunt Frances accepted my decision without asking why. As for me, I’m sure I would have pressured my niece to explain. (more…)
