DEAR AUNT HARRIET

My lovely, Aunt Harriet (my grandfather's sister) passed away in 1996 at the age of 94. At the time of her death she had been a nun for 77 years. She was a teacher for the blind in Maine for most of her life.

To this day, she is the most amazing woman that I have ever met. At least once a year, she would come to our home in New Hampshire to visit. I never felt more special then when I was with her. We would hold hand, walking through the woods, and pick blackberries.....she had the cutest laugh....she was always smiling. She always had time to listen to me and she made me feel special.

I could talk to her about ANYTHING! Yes, ANYTHING! I even went to her, when I was a teenager and had questions about sex. I'm not sure why, considering she was a nun and I am POSITIVE she never had sex, but it made total sense to me at the time and I knew she would answer my questions and listen to my worries. She never made me feel stupid or silly or ashamed for asking.

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So, as we walk through the woods in the cool autumn air picking black berries...who will be the brave soul to go first....