Bobbie
My aunt died last Wednesday. I have not been able to write this here until now and it is still very hard.
I started my blog on advice from a good friend of mine (also my "marketing manager" or at least she will be when I sell enough homes that she can actually be on my payroll instead of doing work for me at little to no cost). She feels like it is good to have a blog for many reasons- check out hers here - it is incredible the knowledge that she shares on a daily basis- reasons including driving traffic to your web site, storing information pertaining to your industry so it can be accessed by clients or potential clients and the list goes on and on. I have found it to be cathartic for me. I have never thought of myself as a writer but many have commented on my writing here on my blog and how they have enjoyed it. It has become a place where I can publically share my thoughts- even if only a few are reading them.
So today I am sharing my thoughts on my Aunt Bobbie. She was so much! I will list some of the things she was here but I am sure I will miss a few.
1) She was a good friend to my son David. She played with him when no one else found the time. She made him laugh. She always thought of him.
2) She was a loving mother to Peter. When I see an adult that I think is amazing, I tend to look towards their parents to see how they became who they are today. Peter is an adult that I admire to be- a friend to many, a listener, a writer, a mentor, a therapist. He is a person I look to for guidance.
3) She was a sister. My mom is Bobbie's sister. My mom was in a way like a mother to Bobbie and in a way lost a child last Wednesday. It is hard to lose a child.
4) She was my aunt. Bobbie was my aunt. She gave me cool presents and notes each holiday ( I mean each holiday including Easter, Valentines Day, Halloween- each holiday) she wrote notes to me that showed her deep appreciation for the person that I was to her. She was my aunt.
5) She believed in God. Not only did she believe in God but she believed in Faith. She believed everyone should have a faith in something (something that they believed) and it did not matter to her what that was. She just wanted them to believe.
The list could go on and on but I will end there for now.
Her funeral service was on Monday and it was so true to who she was. Peter and my mom did a fantastic job of planning the day on what they thought she wanted. She was buried in an Indian dress with a halo of live daises around her head. She wore putulli oil. We sang "Moon River" at the burial.
There were tons of people who attended the calling (or visitation as Shannon liked to say), the funeral, the burial and the celebration. I never realized how many friends Peter had. I always knew that he was a good person but I was never aware of how many lives he has affected and helped with in his career.
Larry (Peters father) spoke about the times when they were first married in the 60's. He spoke about all the traits that attracted her to him and how she was in so many ways misunderstood.
I spoke for mom and did a horrible job. It was hard to hear due to me not being close enough to the microphone- mom made me aware of that immediately.
Peter spoke about the movies she loved, the books she read and the people in her life. He spoke about my dad being probably the only man that she really trusted. He spoke about their car trips together. He is an amazing speaker.
My aunt is not with us today and it is hard. I want her to come back. I want to have one last of her deviled eggs, I want her to go with David to the "Kids" museum one last time, I want her to send me one last note.
I love you Aunt Bobbie and will forever remember you!
I started my blog on advice from a good friend of mine (also my "marketing manager" or at least she will be when I sell enough homes that she can actually be on my payroll instead of doing work for me at little to no cost). She feels like it is good to have a blog for many reasons- check out hers here - it is incredible the knowledge that she shares on a daily basis- reasons including driving traffic to your web site, storing information pertaining to your industry so it can be accessed by clients or potential clients and the list goes on and on. I have found it to be cathartic for me. I have never thought of myself as a writer but many have commented on my writing here on my blog and how they have enjoyed it. It has become a place where I can publically share my thoughts- even if only a few are reading them.
So today I am sharing my thoughts on my Aunt Bobbie. She was so much! I will list some of the things she was here but I am sure I will miss a few.
1) She was a good friend to my son David. She played with him when no one else found the time. She made him laugh. She always thought of him.
2) She was a loving mother to Peter. When I see an adult that I think is amazing, I tend to look towards their parents to see how they became who they are today. Peter is an adult that I admire to be- a friend to many, a listener, a writer, a mentor, a therapist. He is a person I look to for guidance.
3) She was a sister. My mom is Bobbie's sister. My mom was in a way like a mother to Bobbie and in a way lost a child last Wednesday. It is hard to lose a child.
4) She was my aunt. Bobbie was my aunt. She gave me cool presents and notes each holiday ( I mean each holiday including Easter, Valentines Day, Halloween- each holiday) she wrote notes to me that showed her deep appreciation for the person that I was to her. She was my aunt.
5) She believed in God. Not only did she believe in God but she believed in Faith. She believed everyone should have a faith in something (something that they believed) and it did not matter to her what that was. She just wanted them to believe.
The list could go on and on but I will end there for now.
Her funeral service was on Monday and it was so true to who she was. Peter and my mom did a fantastic job of planning the day on what they thought she wanted. She was buried in an Indian dress with a halo of live daises around her head. She wore putulli oil. We sang "Moon River" at the burial.
There were tons of people who attended the calling (or visitation as Shannon liked to say), the funeral, the burial and the celebration. I never realized how many friends Peter had. I always knew that he was a good person but I was never aware of how many lives he has affected and helped with in his career.
Larry (Peters father) spoke about the times when they were first married in the 60's. He spoke about all the traits that attracted her to him and how she was in so many ways misunderstood.
I spoke for mom and did a horrible job. It was hard to hear due to me not being close enough to the microphone- mom made me aware of that immediately.
Peter spoke about the movies she loved, the books she read and the people in her life. He spoke about my dad being probably the only man that she really trusted. He spoke about their car trips together. He is an amazing speaker.
My aunt is not with us today and it is hard. I want her to come back. I want to have one last of her deviled eggs, I want her to go with David to the "Kids" museum one last time, I want her to send me one last note.
I love you Aunt Bobbie and will forever remember you!
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