My Aunt Mary Stewart died last week at the grand age of 100 years old. She was the epitome of the Southern lady, full of goodness, hospitality, faith, and words of wisdom. Back in March, our whole family got together to celebrate her 100th birthday, and this photo was taken then of her and her great-grandchildren.
She loved her family dearly — her three sons and daughter, her grandchildren, and these great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and her two younger brothers — the only two siblings left of the 12 children her parents brought into the world. My father, 91, is one of those brothers, along with the baby of the family, my Uncle Ben, who is in his 80s. My sister and I had the honor of driving these two men to the funeral services for their beloved older sister, and I have to say it broke my heart to see the two of them sitting there in the church — once part of such a huge family that has now dwindled down to two of the original 12. I like to envision my Aunt Mary Stewart arriving in heaven into the arms of her late husband, Mack, her 9 … Continue reading..Go to Aunt Mary Stewart by Sharon O’Donnell