4 x 4 | Willa
This is Willa--John's aunt. When I first met Willa, we were walking toward her at a family reunion--my first reunion as a new wife--and she yelled out across the parking lot "John?! Troy?! Get over here ya little sh*t's!"
(I had no idea what to do with that. In my world, grown-ups--especially women--never EVER talked like that.)
Willa was one of the first in the Women's Air Corps, and she probably would have retired career military if a fall (due to the high heels that were part of the uniform) hadn't wrenched her leg and forced her out on a medical discharge.
Willa was smart, funny and tough as nails. She always talked to you peer-to-peer. Never up or down. She also prayed in her old age. A lot. She prayed for all of us. So much so that I felt the lack of it when she died.
Willa and I wrote each other in later years. In fact, in many ways the letters were the beginnings of this blog. When she died, she left me her Japanese silk doll that still sits in its glass case in my bedroom. Willa loved all things Asian and very much wanted to visit Japan. (Pretty sure if she had ever gotten to go, she would have turned it on its ear.) I love it that the doll--that saw all of Willa's comings and goings--now watches mine.
Willa, you'd better have the coffee pot on when we are reunited someday. I miss you.