My Aunt was admitted to the hospital today, because she had a stroke, which has left her paralyzed on her left side. She will be having an MRI tomorrow and I'm praying her condition will improve. Seriously.
In the meantime, I thought I would share the blog post I ran last September and a few pictures. I hope you will enjoy them, as I do.
Joe and I recently traveled to Virginia for a family reunion, to celebrate my lovely cousin's birthday, and to visit friends. My aunt was also about to turn 83 years young and we were also going to celebrate a cousin's milestone birthday, too. I felt crazy excited to be going, because I hadn't seen my aunt since 2009, shortly after my mother passed.
Over the course of the weekend, my aunt and I shared some spirited conversations about life in general and what we'd been doing since last we'd met. However, comments she made most mesmerizing was sharing how it feels to be the surviving twin, once a beloved sibling is gone.
Aunt has always referred to Mom as her Womb Mate. Mom was a dependent kind of woman, while Aunt was independent and a doer. She stood close by her sister and took care of her, emotionally and financially, especially after my parents divorced. Whenever Aunt visited us, she used her gifted wit to keep us all laughing. I can't remember a time that Aunt didn't have Mom peeing her pants with her outrageous sense of humor. They were two of a kind in that department, and although Mom was needy, she never lost her own good humor, or the ability to love and be loved. Mom was also a talented artist and her paintings grace the walls of every family member’s homes. That she relied on others bothered no one, because she was a shining star in her own right.
So, when we arrived at my aunt's house, I was totally taken aback with her resemblance to Mom, perhaps for the first time ever. Mom and Aunt are fraternal twins, but as they grew older, their mannerisms and speech patterns became nearly identical. It was like seeing my mother once more. Glorious.
we had shared proved to be a powerful reminder of how much we both loved and missed
Mom. Aunt is now half of a whole and I think she may miss Mom more than I, if such a thing is possible. Those two had a special bond not everyone has the pleasure to share. They were conceived and born of one woman's body.
This makes them Womb Mates. And that's kind of cool, when you think about it...