Monday, May 11, 2020
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I've been wanting to say something here and every time I start I don't think it's good enough. Tante Trudy is what I called her since I could talk. She's a cousin on Dad's side but have always called her Tante Trudy. There are three women who have been involved in every major event in my life from the day I was born. They are Mom, Aunt Marie and Tante Trudy. I remember visits to her house and when she came up the hill to 14th street with Maureen. When Chelsey was born, of course one of the stops was to Brinkerhoff Ave so I could introduce Tante Trudy to my new baby daughter. Warren and Tante Trudy even showed up on my doorstep when I was living in Los Angeles. I think it was 1996, Warren had a Submariner function. What a pleasant surprise that was. Always got updates from Mom if I didn't already hear from Tante Trudy. After Dad died Tante Trudy always made it a point to call and talk to Mom. When Mom got sick and Roberta moved from Los Angeles to be Mom's care taker Tante Trudy was always on the phone to keep Mom's spirits high right up until Mom passed. Not sure there is a word to describe what she means to me, I do know that I love her with all my heart. It's 3:30 in the morning and I decided that I was going to post this no matter what. My eyes are leaking and I will say anyone that knew her was a very lucky person. The picture is from my Christening in '64.
