The Whirlwind

We often compare my Aunt Bea to a whirlwind. Not a tornado or something destructive, but like the little dust that will spin you around and leave you breathless.

She is a kind lady, and extremely transparent. There is not a malicious or duplicitous bone in her body. She’s the short of sweet little woman that you never truly think of existing in the real world. She’s the background character in a book who lives the quiet little life with her story book family.

This isn’t too say that my cousins have made her life easy, far from it. But nothing ever seems to get her down for long.

She’ll call you, regale you with every thing currently going on, wish you well and off she goes. There is no relaxing or spending time with her. But once you accept that, she’s a fun lady to be around.

I enjoyed visiting with her today…and then was ushered out of her house in her usual fashion.

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