My Aunt died this week. I hadn't been in touch with her since my parents passed, probably. To my understanding, she had dementia and was in a nursing home. She was the youngest of my father's siblings. I think he was about 13 years older than she was. It threw me a bit, because now all of his siblings are gone and I realize Ernie and I are now the oldest generation of the family. He may have one Aunt still living....I'm not entirely sure. It prompted me to renew my Ancestry.com account for a month....and once again think about why we become interested in tracking our families as we get older. Looking for a little perspective to see our place in it all, I suppose.
In the same sort of pondering the passage of time, and the changes it bring, I've also been following the story of the brining shed in our beloved Lubec, Maine. It was was torn off its supports in a storm in early January and sailed over to Canada, landing on the Campobello Beach and causing a bit of local, yet international, incident. It appears there are now people from both countries working on salvaging it and plans are to recreate a miniature version of it. It makes me so sad. This is where my love of bedraggled things that are in need of restoration being more appealing to me than the preserved version wars with my common sense. Poor brining shed.
A few pictures from when we saw it a few years back (look how young the boys are). I think this was the summer after my sister died, the first year we spent time in Lubec.