Loss Of Matriarch
Our family has lost the Matriarch of my Mother’s side of the family. There is a family reunion in heaven this morning.
“Aunt Berth, my mother’s youngest sister, was my favorite person other than my immediate family and Grandpa Smith. She made me feel special. She loved her sister so much that she adored me and the gift I was to her. When mother died, I felt so alone and said just that. Aunt Berth came over to me and said, “You have me.” It comforted me. To feel loved by her at that moment was one of the most important moments in my life. I was motherless not once, but twice and she seemed to know exactly what I needed to hear.
Aunt Berth remembered my adoption birthday, February 10, as I was growing up. She would bring or send out a gift. The gift was always a beautiful many-yarded, ruffled dress and in the box, scattered in the folds of a Cinderella dress, were cinnamon hearts. She made me feel like a princess. She loved me without any ifs.
… When people tried to find a way to make a connection for me, they would say, “My, she looks like Berth’s kids.” There was such comfort in that connection.” (Shhhhhh: A Creation Story, Carol Desjarlais, p5)
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