Four Weddings And A Funeral

I'm always in awe of women who just exude glamour. Who seem to wake up with sunshine on their face and rosy glow on their cheeks, a subtle smile that makes the day better because she is a part of it. Women who are women, a feminine beauty so undeniable that no matter what age, what ailment, what sorrows of time, it's always evident.

My Aunt Eileen was one of the most incredibly beautiful women ever to grace this earth. She had a rasp to her voice that was both sexy and smart, a way about her that was endearing, yet fierce and strong. She was glamour. She was 67. She died on Saturday. Today I will mourn her.

I am finding it hard to face my Uncle Gene, my godfather, an equally elegant man, a man whose love for his wife was so apparent and enchanting. A man whose pain is beyond words.

Thank you Aunt Eileen, for making this world a more beautiful place.