My Aunt Carol Sue was born last in a long line of my dear Mother's siblings. She really wasn't that much older than me but I didn't realize that until I read her obituary. Anyways, she was a very tall woman, highly educated and that made her wealthy for her time. I didn't mention it first but she was very weighty as well. Now they didn't have all the plus size shops or models then so all her clothes were hand tailored. Oh, she was the first lady I ever saw that had a blonde streak added to her hair and it was the brunt of lots of conversations. My mother always said, it looked like a bird did his business on her head. I just had great admiration for her. She drove a flashy red convertible with long fins in the back and noone could miss that. She was quite along in life when she fell in love and that wedding rivalled Princess Dianas. The dress was....amazing! It was like a fairy tale when her to be husband looked at her! I marvel at the way she was just who she was....no excuses, no hiding herself. She never had children and lived in the house that my Grandmother owned. Oh she spoiled Grandma with such riches, and care! Onward in life she came down with MS and went to a wheelchair very quickly. Her husband who never thought a minute about her size, couldn't quite handle the illness part, but that was where she was far more beautiful than him. He was a physically atractive man but not so gifted inside. She bore life with the kind of conversations where noone would ever guess that she was even ill or in any way suffering. She went to the hospital as she had a sore that wouldn't heal and ended up losing her leg. As things would happen, when she rufused removal of the other leg her days took on numbers....but if you talked to her on the phone...she would always cheer you up. I hadn't seen her in a while and she had lost her hair and her teeth. She was frail and so ghostly white. To me though, today she is getting in that red convertible and sitting up so straight and her heart is the biggest part of her.
Well, we go through life wishing to have a little less here...or a little more there...but the beauty is in living as we are and reaching for what we will be. Now maybe your difficulty is a little bit different, a pesky habit or downfall in yourself, or someone in your family. Don't wear shame or regret on your lapels, don't pull the shades or let it take everything away.
Life is a wheel, let it spin a little, now and again. Anything anyone else can do, can be done by anyone. That inspires me to be better than I am right now. Now, if I can just figure out how to play the violin. Your friend, Mary