Last Spring I attended a family
St. Patty's Day reunion, which was generously hosted by
As nice as it was to catch up with
relatives I don't see regularly,
my favorite part of that day was the 30 minutes I spent
talking one on one with my awesome
She saw the world by way of riding freighters.
You know, big ships!
How cool is that?
Her resume as a Mother
holds much more important information,
but as a mariner
I always connected with Aunt Helen
because of her riding the high seas.
She passed away the other day.
She was the coolest 96 year old
former freighter rider
Yesterday we were sharing stories of Aunt Helen and my daughter,
who attended the St. Patty's day gathering, mentioned,
"I still can't get over the fact that my 96 yr old great Aunt
drank me under the table."
Jameson was their drink of choice.
My generation of cousins numbers enough
to form a football team
complete with special team players.
Aunt Helen was the last remaining "adult" of her generation
in our family.
To quote a cousin,
"All of our generation are now orphans."
Now what do we do?