I’ve been going through a box of letters that belonged to my Aunt Beulah. In that box I’ve also found obituary leaflets for some of my family. Found the last will and testament of my Grandma. It’s nice to see how my Dad and his siblings cared for each other. They were always reaching out to each other. That’s rare these days. They were there for each other. They never spoke bad of each other. Reading them has brought up memories, such as Uncle Charles passing. It was such a shock to everyone. I never knew what Beulah really went through till I myself went through the same thing. My Mom used to say Beulah seemed bitter, I can thoroughly understand why she came across that way. She lost the love of her life. I’ll continue to read the letters. They take me back to a time when things were much simpler and people were kind. I wish things were still that way. Remember to love one another no matter what. None of us are getting out of here alive.
Jane is a Widow 