Last December, the community gathered to celebrate the life of my very special Aunt Jeannette. It was a beautiful service, one she had meticulously planned to include her favorite Scripture, poetry, hymns and instrumental music. It was moving and poignant and a fitting way to say goodbye to someone who had touched the lives of so many people.
To read more about this amazing woman, go to http://mustloveshoes.com/2011/12/i-used-everything-you-gave-me/
Today was her estate sale. My family and the community who loved her gathered once again to say our last goodbye.
Hundreds of people attended. Some, hoping to snag the perfect keepsake to remind them of this special lady. Some added to their personal collections of glassware, antique linens or locally crafted furniture. Others looked for bargains. But for many of us, it was a time to re-connect with old friends and loved ones while we reminisced and nibbled on homemade pies and chili dogs. What’s not to love about a country sale?
Before we left this morning Dan and I discussed the “budget.” We both agreed that we would not let our hearts or emotions rule our purchases. We were hoping to procure one of Aunt Jeannette’s twenty-five quilts but I rationally convinced myself that I didn’t need a material object to remind me of her.
One of my fondest memories with Jeannette took place almost a year ago as my cousins and my aunt tended to her gardens during her illness. It will forever be etched in my mind and seeing her gardens today (in desperate need of a gardener’s touch) made me smile and want to cry at the same time.
The quilts fetched impressive prices and as Dan prepared to bid on the four we had targeted as our “top four”, I had to walk away. So much for not letting my heart get in the way. As I saw our first three choices slip away, my heart sunk. I felt silly for feeling so emotional. The bidding continued but I stepped away from the tent to hide my disappointment. “It’s only a thing” I kept reminding myself. “It doesn’t really matter.”
Eventually I found Dan stepping away from the crowd. As he approached, I just said “oh well…we tried.” He looked at me and smiled.
“You wanted something to remember her by. I got you the red and white one.”
I love that man!
Goodbye Jeannette. We miss you and love you.
You always had a way of bringing people together. You outdid yourself today.
I’ll always treasure your beautiful work of art.