She was the last of the “older generation”, my father’s sister who outlived all the grandparents and great-grandparents. She was the only one of the clan to see her great grand nieces.
One of the most positive people I knew, toughing through the last eight years or so using a walker after near-malpractice level knee and hip surgery. She was always ready to go anywhere at any time. An R.N. throughout her life, she never married, but was always surrounded by friends. Most of the time when I’d call she wasn’t home as she was out gallivanting to this club or that dance or bridge or shopping. A horder by genetics, she loved her stuff, as did her depression-era parents.
I’ll miss her. She was one of the good ones.