I got a call late Sunday night informing me that my Aunt Anne had passed away.
My "Aunt Anne" was actually my great Aunt. Although in our family that doesn't make much difference. She was one of my Grandpa Wells' seven siblings. She's been very sick for a few years now, so her passing is truly a blessing. We drove home Thursday after Nathan's Lab to attend the funeral. It was a beautiful service filled with music & memories. It got me thinking of all of my Aunt Anne memories that include: The amazing swings she had in her back yard that we were always welcome to use. Wading in the ditch in front of her house. Making hula skirts from the long limbs from her weeping willow tree. Racing those limbs down the ditch or under the bridge on the river by Grandpa Wells' house. The owls that took residence in that tree that would drop skeletons of little creatures on her sidewalk when they were done eating. The fake fingernails she taught me to make out of the seeds inside the banana shaped pods that would fall from the tree in Grandpa's front yard.

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Oh Erin, I'm sorry. A death in the family is definitely not fun thing to deal with. But isn't the gospel such a blessing? That is one of my greatest comforts in life; knowing that if Jeff and I are true to our covenants with Heavenly Father, we can be an eternal family.
And a happy birthday to Nathan! It's funny...I remember my mom turning 30! ;)
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