My Aunt Laura Bowler passed away last week - Her funeral was on Monday. I have spend the week thinking of the past. The days when I was home with Mama and Aunt Laura. They are almost inseparable in my mind. Our homes were next door to each other our back doors connected with a well worn path. First it was just packed earth and later Dad poured cement. The property line is marked with a pomegranates and a lilac bush. We ( Laurie, Jane and I) spent many hours playing house under the shade of the bushes on the cool dirt beside the irrigation ditches. We lived in the time before TV and we spent most of our time out of doors. Playing in the yards and ditches of both homes.
We were as welcome in one home as the other. Aunt Laura was so supportive of all we did. She told us how beautiful and smart we were and always had time to listen with interest about our lives. Mama was this way as well - So how blessed we were to have two mothers who loved us unconditionally.
Aunt Laura is the last of my mothers family to pass. She was the youngest of 10 children. My mother was number 9 and she has been gone for almost 20 years. How I miss her still.
I am grateful that I was fortunate enough to be raised in such a large and loving family.
