When I visited my not-my-Aunt G last week, she asked me if there were any sexy bits in the book I'm writing. Not-my-Aunt G is (was?) my mom's best friend. They worked together as accounting clerks about a million years ago when they were 20ish and remained very close for the rest of my mom's life. In fact, not-my-Aunt G married my father's best friend. Their little group was tight.
Anyway, not-my-Aunt G used to add scare quotes around the word aunt when she sent me birthday cards, possibly because we aren't related but, in my opinion, more likely because she was terrifying.
She's still terrifying at almost 89 years old but also funny in a way I didn't notice when I was a child. I laughed when she asked about the sexy bits but she really wanted to know so we talked about what I was writing. In case you are interested, the bits aren't as sexy as she was hoping. And I can't decide if I feel insulted but I probably should.
She's been a widow for 25 years. Her husband died about 3 weeks before my mother. Can you imagine – though who would want to – the grief she must have felt losing her husband and her best friend within a month's time?
After my husband died, I asked her for advice on how to keep going but she didn't really have any to offer. Apparently, in her mind, it wasn't a feat to survive for more than two decades alone. Somehow, she just did it and didn't seem to think it was worth remarking on.
That was actually more helpful than she probably realized. When Ken first died, I felt like a newborn, not in a Star Trek III: The Search for Spock way. More like an "oh my god, I have no idea how to even feed myself" kind of way. Not-my-Aunt G just acted like it would all sort of work out if I just kept putting one foot in front of the other. And as with many other things, she was right. She did it. Probably, I could too.
So, anyway, when we got done talking about my novel writing, she asked me if I thought I'd ever marry again. I told her what I usually say to people who ask that. Well, actually, I usually just laugh and ignore them because … you know, people should mind their own damn business.
But one doesn't ignore one's not-my-aunt. So I told her that I probably won't ever marry again. And she nodded. "You find out, after a while, that you don't actually need men for anything." AND THEN SHE SMILED. You know what I'm talking about. It's the smile that says "Yes, I do know what I just suggested to you and yes, I meant to suggest that." Seriously, she might as well have winked lasciviously.
My sister was there. She can attest to the truth of this.
It made me laugh. Honestly, I'm still laughing about it. When I told one of my kids, he was horrified and told me to stop speaking immediately. And after I got done laughing again, I began to wonder what else not-my-Aunt G has said over the years that I just missed or blocked out because I was too young to appreciate it.
I wonder too what my mom would have said if she'd been with us for the conversation. Mom was very … reserved is probably the best description. I believe she and I only talked about sex once, when she mentioned that my father was … hmmm. Well, let's just say that it wasn't a flattering comment and that I flatlined immediately after she said it so I don't remember much of the conversation.
But I've always loved the idea of "happily ever afters," even though I didn't have one. Right now, I'm reading an ARC about a woman who didn't realize her college crush was also crushing on her. I'm having a hard time relating. Honestly I didn't really have time to date in college. I had a work-study job (at the counseling center) and a full-time job (server at a country club), plus school, all of which pretty much consumed my time.
So, I didn't really have college crushes. However, I did, weirdly, have a guy 20 years my senior proposition me on the day we graduated. We had lots of classes together – same major, you know – but I barely knew him. His offer, in my mind anyway, came out of nowhere. His last words to me, which I still remember all these years later: "Does this mean we'll never see each other again?"
So far, the answer to his question has remained, "Correct." And I hope it stays that way. I really, really hope I don't ever see him again. In fact, Mike, if you're reading this blog and wondering if we should reconnect: No. We shouldn't. We didn't know each other in college and nothing has changed. Regardless of age difference, one should not proposition people.
That doesn't mean, though, that I will discount the possibility that OTHER people HAD and missed out on connecting with college crushes. I'm assuming that the trope of college romance revitalization is based on real life.
Obviously, it was not based on MY life. My strongest memory of college is actually the terrifying stress dreams I occasionally still have – you know, the dreams in which I miss the entire semester of class but go to the final exam. (Shouldn't I just skip the final too? I mean, there's no hope of passing, right? In these dreams, I apparently never even buy the textbook. But that's the horrifying drama of dreams for you.)
Every time I visit not-my-Aunt G, she reminds me how terrible it is to be old and alone. Although she and not-my-Uncle George never had children, they were blessed with a large extended family who take remarkable care of not-my-Aunt G, visiting regularly, taking her to church and to the grocery store. Nonetheless, she's gone to bed alone for more than 25 years now. And though she might not want me to remarry, she doesn't want either of us to be alone.
I don't think there's a readily available solution to alone-ness when I become elderly. Therefore, I have made the decision to move in with each of my children for a third of the year. They don't know this yet so let's make the agreement to keep it a secret until I show up at one of their houses.
When one child gets tired of my shenanigans, I'll move in with the next one. We can rotate year around and the kids will bond over how horrible it is to house mom for 4 months of the year. I'll promise to behave but at this point, I don't see much likelihood of changing my core personality so I will probably still whistle off-key, sing (repeatedly) sections of song lyrics, adopt more animals than I should, and promise to clean without following through.
The good news is that they all love me at least half as much as I love them (which is an infinite amount). And that's close to how much I love my not-my-Aunt G, even when she's in a grumpy mood and tells me to leave the butterfly cookie I brought her from Prantl's Bakery on her stoop and hit the road because she's not in the mood and isn't opening the door.
Here's to you, not-my-Aunt G, for teaching me that it is possible, probable, and entirely necessary to keep putting one foot in front of the other, even when you don't want your butterfly cookie. (She did open the door for the homemade strawberry-rhubarb pie.)
Much love.
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