Below, you see Auntie Viv in happier times. I think it's a NAWIC event. National Association of Women in Construction. That's her professional side. I know she organized this whole event, cuz that's what she does--organize things. Judging from the papers in her hand, she's about to take the microphone and get the party started.
She's also extremely thoughtful and deeply compassionate. She continues to comfort us, over and over again. 17 months later. She seems to be a bottomless well of comfort.
She came to be with us last Thanksgiving, and is coming again this year. Joey and his friends spent many of his L.A. Thanksgivings at her house, when we lived in Maui. He loved to hang out with Uncle Don and Auntie Viv. They're contemporary and cool, and bridge the age gap easily.
Here are the flowers she had sent to us the other day. She took great care that it would arrive on the 22nd, our sad day of every month.
I long ago lost track of the number of times she has sent flowers, notes, cards, emails, and text messages in the past year and a half.
Flowers that are the colors of Joey's auburn hair.
The enclosed message.
We love you, Viv.
Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.