Thursday, March 12, 2015
Myra was my grand aunt on my grandmother's side. Strongly resembling my grandmother and married to my grandfather's brother-- with my grandfather and great uncle strongly resembling each other as well-- it made for some lively, somewhat doppelganger-ish family get-togethers.
She and my grandmother also had other similar qualities (they both, for example, were definitely determined to do things right). But, as in many family dynamics I suppose, my grandmother, the firstborn, tended to be the more serious of the two, while Myra, the next in line, often felt free to play the joker, at least with us kids, never hesitating to make a silly face or offer up a funny line.
Since childhood I've always enjoyed being around adults who can sometimes take themselves less than seriously, and Myra fit the bill perfectly. So thank you, Myra, for that silliness, for that laughter. You, in your own small way, helped extend that period in young people's lives when all is magical, all is delightful-- and that is a wonderful offering.
You will be missed. Along with other relatives I've lost over the last dozen years, you helped make my life richer-- and likely many, many other children's as well-- with your gift of lightheartedness to the younger generations.
Greg
