Time goes on, for some.

Had a good Thanksgiving day feast. Mom and Dad and us. Drove them home and returned home for a day, then back to MH to babysit a friend's mom. While I am there, I got the call no one wants to get. A family member had died.

My aunt was a great lady. Just was a year older than Richard, and more like a big sister than an aunt. Francie lived with us in Sparks Nevada for a year. I was maybe 10 years old. I watched her do the teenager stuff and learned a lot. She was outgoing, caring and had a great time. She and her best friend Rosie, taught me how to dance to American Bandstand. (You all should remember that show!) She had three kids later in life than most, but was a very loving mom because it took her so long to get the kids. Two boys and a girl. The family lived in Layton Utah these last few years. Her husband, Ron, retired from the Air Force and actually worked at Area 51. I think. (family secret...?) Francie passed from Cancer. The start? Being diagnosed with breast cancer in July of this year, and after a double mastectomy, (on her birthday) they found the cancer had spread to one lung, her liver, one leg and her back. Not much hope from there on. She tried to do the chemo and radiation, but it was not successful and she passed on December 1. Ron decided to bring Francie home to Idaho. A very selfless thing to do. All of us are grateful for the thoughtfulness he has shown. The body she left behind was not the way I want to remember her. She was brave and tried not to let on how bad things were. She didn't tell my mom until she had to, just to spare mom the worry.

The reason I am posting this, is that the both of us were feeling a little depressed with life's little twists and turns, and after Fran died, we realized how incredibly blessed we are to have found each other and to have the family we do. Thank you all for being family.
CB