Losing Aunt Nini: Heaven’s Benefits, Celebrations of Her Life
Aunt Nancy – Nini is heading towards her father’s family, but she was the kind of person who could light up the room without turning the switch over.
Aunt Nancy ran a birth clinic in Cookville, Tennessee. So she talked to people about her days, talking to people to maintain her fetus, babies, faith, hope, but I spent trying to speak to myself, trying to tell her own story. Expired yogurt…
Now I believe in women’s choices, but I also believe in the undeniable fact that Nini’s work has changed her life. She wasn’t just talking about love. She embodied it. If Jesus needed the marketing department, she and my grandmother would have been co-CEOS. They had such a great faith that they may qualify for their own zip code.
Of course, Aunt Nancy was not a family powerhouse. Her sisters, Aunt Becky and Aunt Susan, were magical women in their own right, and my father, John, embraced herself as the sea token brother of a strong-willed woman. Together, they created a kind of sacred chaos. It is the power of nature bound by blood, faith, and the eerie ability that makes you feel deeply loved and a little unloved for the level you were trying to do.
Aunt Nancy is kindness in human form, proof that you don’t need to agree with anyone to praise them. She walked the walk, talked, and somehow made both seem easy. Now she definitely trades stories with the angels, organizes a heavenly pantry, and feels as loved as everyone there has made us feel here. I’ve confirmed that there is.
But what was Aunt Nini’s greatest joy? Her two girls took over her willingness to spread love not just her heart, but wherever she goes. And then my grandson came. Ah, grandson. If you thought she loved her daughter, you would have seen her as your grandmother. She didn’t just dot them. She has taken her grandparents into art form. Snacks, stories, embraces – she had an unlimited supply and her grandchildren never went for a minute without knowing that they were not worshipped. If there is a rocking chair in heaven, you can still have her in it, still love, still raise, and sneak in extra cookies to your grandson, an angel-like.
If sorrow teaches us something, then it means that love will not leave. It just changes the address. And after learning Aunt Nancy, she still answers the phone from a completely different place.
We may all learn to live through Christ, as my precious aunt Nancy did!
Source: A’ho Namaste – www.ahonamaste.com
