So I was thinking about my Aunt Margaret today, God rest her soul. Hadn't really thought about her lately, so it was good to look back and reflect upon her memory, or my memory of her really. It reminded me of the time when I was off at college and decided to study abroad in the Netherlands for a semester. I really didn't have much cash on hand for this trip as it wasn't all that well thought out, but I really wanted to go anyway. I kind of figured things would take care of themselves. Well I was off at school and had probably not seen my Aunt in quite some time...time possibly being years, and out of the blue she called me one day and let me know that she had heard of my plan and wanted to send me some money. Now knowing that she probably didn't really have all that much money, I was a bit reluctant to accept it, and I let her know that it wasn't necessary, but she insisted.
Afterwards, I called my Mother and let her know what had transpired, and she suggested that I just not cash the check when it arrived, and that seemed like a solid solution to my dilemma, but it did show up, and it was a cashier's check. Back on the phone with Mom and she said, well there's not much you can do now, so cash it and use it, which I did, forever grateful to my Aunt and her generosity. That money came from somewhere I never, ever would have expected. Nice surprise.
What I didn't really mention was that my Aunt was manic depressive so she, just like my Dad, would have bouts of mania and do things that weren't quite normal, which explains my reluctance to accept money from her out of the blue like that. But what can I say...that was one of the most unexpected, nice things anyone has ever done for me and I'll always be thankful.
That's all.
