My little Auntie Sue always said she was going to give Eve a ‘talkin to’ when she got to Heaven. Never a complainer, she did want to tell Eve how miserable life with menstrual cycles, menopause and adult diapers was. She blamed Eve for all of this and wanted to give her the ‘what for.’ It’s been several years now since Auntie Sue got to Heaven so I’m sure by now they’ve had their talk. Being a reasonable soul, I’ll bet Sue got it out of her system and all is forgiven. She never was one to hold a grudge…for too long. Unless you continuously interrupted her sittin’ ugly time or messed with her family, then she could positively be ninety pounds of bulldog fury.
Every morning, at the crack of dawn, she would make her one and only cup of Sanka and sit down to read her Bible and her Alanon book. This was her sittin’ ugly time. Her quiet time to get her mind straight for the day. And then she was off like a bolt of lightning, hitting the trail for her morning mile with her sporty red walker. Down the hall, down the elevator, past the common room, across the solarium, outside, down the sidewalk and across to another part of the building then back up the elevator and down the hall to her apartment 215. She would do this twice a day, adjusting for rain or snow, as Oklahoma City was prone to have. “You have to walk or die,” she would say. And I believe her.
My little Auntie was over-the-top with enthusiasm. If I came for a visit, she would say it was the best visit ever! Every rent car I drove from the airport was the best car ever. It was always better than the last one. Every joke she heard, was the funniest thing ever told. Every meal was the most delicious. Every game of Skipbo was more fun than the last and everyone she met received a compliment. She was genius at complimenting even the hardest shell. She was thankful for every phone call, card, and hug. She was generous with her money and always tithed to the church, even on a fixed income. She was fiercely loyal to her family and loved her only child more than life itself.
If she was here and heard me going on and on…tooting her horn, she would argue that she was not perfect, she had faults. Maybe she did, but I never saw them. Her five-foot frame, ninety pounds soaking wet, shock of white, curly hair and easy smile was perfect to me. Her true grit, determination and positive attitude was perfection. Auntie Sue had it all and everyone wanted to be her friend, even her would-be foes.
Like her issue with Eve, there are many things in life we don’t understand now. There are loved ones who leave us too soon, and some things we know in part but won’t know the true reason until we’re in the by and by. That’s just the way it is.
January 19th would have been Auntie Sue’s ninety-ninth birthday. Those of us who knew her and loved her, still miss her every day. She was a loyal and loving wife, mother, grandmother, aunt and friend and there will always and forever be only one, Ysleta Davis Lane aka Auntie Sue, the original Sittin’ Ugly Sistah!