Yesterday was my Aunt Beulah’s birthday. I miss her so much, she was like a mother to me. I really felt so much love from her, she never had children of her own and she would always tell me that I was her daughter. I remember after having major surgery when Trey was 2, my mother told me if I needed any help to ask my Aunt Beulah for help. Thank God for my aunt who stepped right up to the plate and helped. She cooked meals and brought them to us so I didn’t have to cook. During that time me and my aunt became very close. I couldn’t have done it without her. My mother would later resent my relationship with my aunt but thanks to her we became close. I remember when I was in grade school I used to go and stay all night with her and Charles, her husband. He treated her like gold, he was such a good man who died way too young. I don’t think Beulah ever got over losing him. She would marry again, he was a nice guy but nothing like Charles. Her first husband, Cecil, abused her by beating her and I remember her telling me the story of how he wrapped a belt around her neck and was choking her. She was finally able to get away from him and years after that is when she met Charles. She was a hard worker just like all my Dad’s siblings were. They were all close to each other too, not like me and my siblings. But their mother encouraged them to be close, mine didn’t. So Happy Birthday in heaven Aunt Beulah, I love and miss you. Until we meet again.
Jane is a Widow 