Friday, September 7, 2012
Aunt Winnie is 94
A year ago, her son was still alive, and so was my Aunt Fay's husband, and four more of her sisters including my mom had managed to fly to be by her side, but this year, none of them is able to travel anymore. But there was a crowd anyway, and there was the newest generation scooting under and around the hospital bed, playing catch and hide-and-seek and there was laughter and Aunt Winnie looked at everyone around her and tried to say things that I wish we could have understood, but it was a party. We came out for her. There was no question that we would, and it was good to be there with her, all the souls she had welcomed to New York so many decades before, now with their spouses and offspring singing a rousing Happy Birthday to this woman we love, all of us together. For her.