(Added the favourite part because she would have loved that.) When I think of Aunty Iris I hear clicks, as in the tapping of her high heels; she was rarely without her stilettos which made her a very chic aunt indeed. I see sparkles, as we would always try to guess which brooch she would be wearing. She had some real beauties. And I embrace her laughter, as she was always quick with a great story either about one of the kids (her horses) or one of her kids (her kids). She loved her old movies, her family and her pets and her parties although perhaps, sometimes, not in that particular order.
Thanks for being you, Aunty Iris. You will always be the best.
Mel, Lee and Tara,
Sorry to hear of your mom’s passing, my thoughts and prayers are with you at this difficult time!
Malcolm and I had been dating a few months when he brought me home to meet his parents. Malcolm usually dressed in blue jeans and tye dyed t-shirts, so I was expecting his parents to be dressed in casual attire. Wow was I surprised to see Tom in a sports jacket, dress shirt and tie and Iris wearing a smart suit, 3 inch high heels lots of jewelry. I whispered to Malcolm, that perhaps he was adopted! As I got to know them better, I realized that Iris always looked sensational. They welcomed me into their home and lives with love. I always enjoyed spending time with Iris and it is an honour to have known her