Tuesday, October 9, 2012

a lifetime

(disclaimer: I wasn't being creepy taking this picture. My uncle asked me to take pictures to send to his relatives on the East Coast.)

This photograph is of George and Florence. Last night we had a service for Florence, later this morning we will bury her. She passed away last week at 98 years old. This is her husband of 72 years, George, saying goodbye to her. George is 102 years old. They were married in 1940 but started dating in 1937. Their only son, Ken, is married to my mom's sister.

I've known George and Florence most of my life. They would come out to visit their son every once in a while when I growing up and he was dating my aunt. They were the sweetest, loveliest people. Florence was a seamstress and used to mail me clothing she sewed for my dolls.

They came out here earlier this year to stay with my aunt and uncle. Florence had broken her hip and recovering at home in New Jersey was hard on her and on my uncle.

Last night at the service I sat and watched the slide show of her life. She was born in 1914. She was a great storyteller. Her stories aren't mine to tell, they belong to her son and close family right now, as they grieve and mourn.

What a lifetime. I can't imagine. Beautiful.