Sunday, October 21, 2007
If I were forced to choose a favorite family member there would be many candidates, for I have been blessed with wonderful, wise and amusing relatives on both sides, near and distant. But there's no doubt my Dad's cousin Margaret Louison would be a finalist.
Cheerfulness was her cardinal virtue, and she exercised it better than anyone I have ever known. That impish grin would light up a room. She had no fewer sorrows in her life than anyone else, but she bore her sorrows like the saint that she was, is, and set a standard for the rest of us who think life is tough.
We would run into her sometimes when we were out walking, and once she took me down Wilkes Avenue to show me my grandfather's home, where my father lived as a child. "This was Uncle Jamie's house," she noted proudly, speaking of her mother's little brother who died suddenly in 1934 at the age of 41. Aunt Agnes, with seven children and a husband at home, didn't hesitate to take in her widowed sister-in-law and her two kids until they could get back on their feet.
Margaret's gentle spirit has been passed down though all of her children and grandchildren and hopefully will continue spreading ever outwards as the fruits of her life refresh and invigorate generations to come.
For now, she is at soft, tender and well-deserved rest.
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