My Aunt Mollie, Mary Hawkins, recently passed away. At 89, she has lost her sight, but her mind was sharp. My cousin who let me know of her death, told me that her famous homemade gingerbread was mentioned at her funeral. LOVE that! I only met Mollie once. My girl Julie and I were backpacking through Europe. My Grandma had given me Mollie's number and I had sent her a letter of introduction before we went. We got to the bus depot in downtown Edinburough, Scotland and I gave her a ring. She immediately said to come on over and gave us directions to her house. Her hospitality was such an amazing gift to us. We were so dirty, so tired, so street weary. She and her son Walter, gave us such a nice place to stay, insisted we do our laundry there, made us some great meals and spent a mellow/wonderful night telling us stories about my clan, memories of my great-grandmother, and funny pictures of her recent trip to the baths in Turkey. The next day we explored the city with her. Seeing it for the first time with my own eyes, and through her eyes with her amazing memories and stories. Sweet memories of a very sweet woman.
Rest in Peace, Aunt Mollie.