This day was all about visiting my Mom's sister, my oldest living relative. We last saw each other 15 years ago at my Mom's funeral - my Aunt Eileen is now 85 and she's spritely but tiny. The kitchen counters dwarf her, as does Dale.
Dale captured our first look:
There was a lot of catch up to do, and many recollections to share, obviously. Her energy and agility is impressive - she walked with us, completely unaided and upright, to the local pub at the Victoria Inn where she ordered the small carvery meal and put it all away! She does a 5-6 mile walk with her walking group each week.
Her mind is sharp and her wit sparkles.
She told me that she's mad for motorcycles! It looked as if she donned Biker-Chick boots when we set off for the pub!
It was a tearful goodbye, and so well worth the visit.
Lots of beautiful scenery on the way home distracted me from my sadness.
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