My children and I went to the funeral of my Aunt Aline Lenoir today in Kentwood, Louisiana.
I met my Aunt Aline in my teens. My mother could no longer afford to take care of me, so she sent me to live with my Father’s side of the family. I felt like an orphan! I felt alone, nervous, and afraid of the unknown. I remember the first day I met this light skinned, green eyed, fast talking beautiful woman. She talked to me and it felt as if she was speaking to my soul secretly telling me that I was ok, and that everything was going to be alright. And it was!
My Aunt had taught her generation the true meaning of love. I mean, a lot of people call themselves Christians and wear WWJD (What Would Jesus Do) jewelry, and when tested, those hypocrites fail every time! But her Daughters, and their children, and their children, treated me as if I was one of their own. This family was there for me when others had closed their hearts to me, and I will never be able to find adjectives that could explain how much I love and appreciate them.
I did not visit My Aunt before she passed and that is a mistake that I will never make again. I am so sorry Auntie. Lesson Learned.
But the feeling of warmth that I felt each time I saw one of my family members, and the tears I held back as I hugged each one tightly in my arms, and the feeling of knowing that I was amongst people who truly loved me and my children; I know it was your Spirit in our presence each time.
I love you Auntie, and I know it was you.