March 22, 2012:   For several nights,
I've woken at 3:00 am--thinking of my Aunt
Irla. Living 2500 miles away in an assisted-
loving home, she has severe Alzheimer's.

In the stillness of those morning hours,
I send peace-filled blessings to her,
while happy memories float by.

She taught me how to make a proper cup of
tea, taking care to 'hot the pot'. My first tea
cozy was hand-knit by her.

Most days, I take my tea in a mug.

Today, in her honour, I dug out a china tea cup
she'd given me and, with great ceremony,
went through the entire ritual. You may not
remember me, Aunt Irla; however,
"I Remember You".