Aunt Ruthie
Posted by Phil Aaronson at 9:39 AM
In a strange twist of fate, we happened upon the wake of a beloved Aunt Ruthie. My mother-in-law wanted to see the kids, so she told us to go out and let her put them to bed. We're not ones to look a gift horse in the mouth, we jumped in the car and went to Szechwan Cafe. Whether or not my wife Amanda was pregnant was weighing heavily on our minds. Its still so early we can't tell yet.
It was a Monday night, and Szechwan Cafe was full. Turns out it was a dinner for the family and friends of an "Aunt Ruthie" who had obviously died recently. As we were ordering and then eating dinner people were standing up and telling Aunt Ruthie stories one after the other. Of a trip in 1950 to Europe, back when it was still recovering from the war. Of camping with Ruthie in Tuolumne Meadows (Yosemite). A cruise was taken. The making of a "fruit" punch (it had apple jack in it and changed color as the evening wore on) was recalled from back in college I think. A joke pulled years ago about fake tattoos was retold. Amanda and I were smiling at this point, if there was a way to go, this most definitely had to be it. Aunt Ruthie certainly drank deep of the cup of life.
I didn't think much of it then. But I had some wild dreams last night that I just can't remember and when I woke up, I leaned over to Amanda and said,
"If its a girl, should we name it Ruth?"
Amanda wasn't really hot on the name, and I wouldn't have picked it as a favorite. But I still can't shake the feeling that the Universe was trying to tell us something last night. And it was good.
It was a Monday night, and Szechwan Cafe was full. Turns out it was a dinner for the family and friends of an "Aunt Ruthie" who had obviously died recently. As we were ordering and then eating dinner people were standing up and telling Aunt Ruthie stories one after the other. Of a trip in 1950 to Europe, back when it was still recovering from the war. Of camping with Ruthie in Tuolumne Meadows (Yosemite). A cruise was taken. The making of a "fruit" punch (it had apple jack in it and changed color as the evening wore on) was recalled from back in college I think. A joke pulled years ago about fake tattoos was retold. Amanda and I were smiling at this point, if there was a way to go, this most definitely had to be it. Aunt Ruthie certainly drank deep of the cup of life.
I didn't think much of it then. But I had some wild dreams last night that I just can't remember and when I woke up, I leaned over to Amanda and said,
"If its a girl, should we name it Ruth?"
Amanda wasn't really hot on the name, and I wouldn't have picked it as a favorite. But I still can't shake the feeling that the Universe was trying to tell us something last night. And it was good.
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