This Thanksgiving was unique for many reasons. Being on a tropical island tends to give it a different feel, for someone who grew up in Ohio and is used to the cold that has set in by this time of year. Not being around family also was a contrast, as with family come the traditions and things that make a holiday familiar. Although I did get to see my dad, which is a reminder of how cool and crazy it is that we both live here (especially because this is the first time I have lived close to my dad since I can remember)!
Most of all, my (Jamie) mom's side of the family was missing a special member of our family around the table this year. My Aunt Janet (mom's sister-in-law) went to be with the Lord on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving after a tragic accident that caused serious brain damage. Growing up, Thanksgiving was always when we got to see Aunt Janet, Uncle Gary, and cousins, Amy and Peter. For that reason, all my dear memories of Aunt Janet are associated this certain holiday. Some of my favorites include one night in particular where she and I stayed up talking and laughing, her insisting each year on making homemade mashed potatoes instead of the box kind, her simplicity and sweetness, how funny she was during family game time, and above all, her humility and servant's heart.
So since last Tuesday I have done a few personal things to celebrate my Aunt Janet's life from a distance, since I won't be able to be with family during this time. One is writing this blog in memory and celebration of her (although she would probably blush if she read it, she never was one to seek out praise or attention!). Also, because I never remember her wearing toe nail polish (part of her simplicity, I suppose), I took the polish off my toes to remind me of her, as we're still wearing flip flops here in the DR. Finally, I have taken moments each day to think of memories of her and just picture her in my mind. I see her glasses and her rosy cheeks and her straight hair. I see her smile. And my heart is filled with love for her, for who she was while on this earth and who she will continue to be in our hearts and as we live out our lives forever different for knowing her.
Many of you reading this blog never knew my Aunt Janet, but now you know a piece of her and can be praying for my family, especially my Uncle Gary and cousins Amy and Peter, as we all are feeling the loss of a beautiful, vibrant, and unique part of our lives.
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