I remember my Aunt Helen's life as an infrequent visitor to the home my folks always visited between military assignments around the world. There were also the occasional sad times like these when family loved ones passed. But always, like a strong oak in a mighty wind, Aunt Helen would be there, smiling, making space, cooking, laughing, and welcoming us into her home. There would be the card games, the fishing, the times on the archery course, the frog gigging, the partying, the clean-up, and the ever present glow of happiness across her entire face. In my mind she was a living saint here on earth. Now, even though it saddens those of us who knew her, we all know she is in a much finer place where pain and misery are banished, where loved ones welcome her home, and she is the guest of honor.
