Leuko Cyte
One of the reasons why you can find a little bit of Heaven on this third rock from the Sun is that Earth angels are real! Hard to imagine, I know. Because it seems that few of us are graced by the presence of Super People. No, not the tinsel constructions illustrated in our Hollywood Marvel Movies, but the very real kind, the very deeply grounded individuals. I know what you might be thinking... "Clearly, you're exaggerating, Luco. You're doing what people do when they're lamenting the loss of a loved one." Most of us, if sized up only through our eulogies, we are all saints, and not fakes and sinners. You might think that as well-intended are my thoughts and words, I'm merely negotiating through the very natural psychological defense mechanisms that are a natural part of the grief process. Nope! It's not only that. That's not simply the case here. My aunt is the closest I've come to in knowing a Saint. There are those rare people who you've known your entire life, and every time, I mean every encounter with them, what they have for you is a genuine deep well of Love, and that Love is always embued through an unfaltering smile. A smile given with the entire mind, body, and Soul. I know. It's hard to imagine. Every personal encounter a genuine acceptance of who you are. It doesn't matter what they might have recently heard of you. It doesn't matter what bad you even might have done! You're never condemned or judged. Only loved. Truly, an amazing grace smile made especially for you every time. Funny, you get knocked around enough in life and you start to wonder, "What's wrong with this person!?" Eventually, as the years add on, wisdom does folds in, and what you really start to understand is what's wrong with the world — that there aren't enough people like this on God's earth.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."
Marie Anide Buteau... my Tati Anide, is well described in every sentence of that scripture. It's as if she decided every day that these are the words she would breathe life into, even until her final breath.
Till we meet again.
May peace be with you till we meet again.
Your loving nephew,
Jean-Luc