She was my biggest blog fan. She never left a comment because she could talk to me about the posts. She was so proud of me when I started writing Adoption Options on the Porch and then when I started working for TOS. Outside of my husband she was the only one who seemed to understand how important it all was to me. This past Saturday my biggest blog fan passed away.
Aunt Annita was also one of my best friends. I called her every couple of weeks or so to talk about blogging, politics, religion, current events, and family. She was an eager listener and for that I am glad because I tend to monopolize conversations and often stick my foot in my mouth. She understood the consequent mumbling.
Two weeks ago we were able to spend the weekend with her and Unk. We weren't going to, we had planned to go camping instead. At the last minute we changed our mind. I'm so glad we did because it had been a year since we had last been there. Aunt Annita prepared the traditional meal of bbq chicken, rice, and corn. The children sat in the hot tub while it rained. We went blackberry picking. Aunt Annita and I talked and talked. It's what we always did; it was relaxing. We never felt like we had to entertain each other.
Aunt Annita loved children, she and Unk had several foster children and had taken care of a few of her nieces and nephews. She enjoyed watching FOX news. She volunteered at a local museum and not just a few hours a week; she would bring museum work home with her and work on it there too. She loved history and researched the best way to preserve artifacts so that everyone years and years from now would know what it had been like to live in the 1800's and first half of the 1900's. She spent hours helping to archive the museum's artifacts, photos, and documents, a monumental task as the museum hadn't really done much before that. It was a project that took a couple of years and is still being worked on.
I don't know what any of us are going to do without her. I've already wanted to call her at least a dozen times. I don't know who I'll call now instead. She was a wonderful friend, a good example to me of a helpmeet, and the only person I talked to about politics. With all that I will miss, Unk and their grown children will miss her even more.
We need to find a way to preserve her history so that she will not be forgotten. This blog post is a start.
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