The last generation of my family has gone

[FunnysInLaJardin]

Found out today that my Aunty Betty had died aged 95. Lived a year longer than my mum and 3 years longer than my dad.

So the old move up for the young.

I remember her purple VW, her fierce independence and her everlasting affection for me and my sisters.

I’m sorry for your loss.

Betty sounds wonderful. I hope she felt that she had a full life, no doubt some hard times, but she obviously loved and was loved 🌻🌺🥀

Aunt Betty sounds great. You've had a lot of loss in the last few years, I'm sorry.

Just starting to enter that last era with my family and everything seems so fragile.

Betty was wonderful. She had no children of her own and so we were almost her children.

She had a good life I think and was very deeply loved by all of us.

Every family event included Betty, she really was one of the family.

My mum had known her since they were tiny in 1928, with born a month apart in that year. Mum died last year aged 94 and Betty followed this year

Purple was my mum’s favourite colour <3

RIP to your lovely aunty. It sounds like she was a good influence on the next generation.

Will you have some purple in the house over Xmas for her?

@KievLoverTwo that is a lovely idea, we will do that

I am sorry OP. I still really miss the ‘older generation’ females of my family. Never really knew the men who died decades earlier.

I’m sorry for the loss of Betty. She sounds lovely.

I am the oldest living person in my family’s direct line and I became the oldest when I was 26. It means becoming the keeper of everything - the stories, the traditions and all the stuff, for the younger ones. And becoming the host and organiser of the events. Hopefully I’ll live long enough to pass on those duties, but agree it’s a strange feeling of generational shift.

@KThnxBye goodness, that is really young to be filling that role. I'm in my fifties and don't feel ready tbh.

@FunnysInLaJardin I am sorry for your loss. She sounds lovely.

My partner and I were saying this last year. Once our mothers are dead we are the oldest generation of our family left. It was a very weird feeling.

This has remined me I need to ring my auntie Mabel who is the senior member of the Pifful family. She is in her 90s and not very mobile but sharp as a tack, big hearted and warm. She has three children, hoards of grandchildren and even more great grandchildren and lives with my cousin.
She will relate all the news of these offspring (all bairns as she is from NE) and I am supposed to know who they all are but just smile and nod. When my dad died she told me all sorts of stories about him that I had never heard.

I too had an Aunty Betty with a purple VW!

How bizarre! Definitely not the same one though as mine died 20 years ago.

Well done Betty!
🥰

Sorry for your loss

Sorry for your loss, seems as if you have fond memories to cherish and celebrate her long life.

Thank you all ❤