I am remembering Auntie, doing dishes.

My dishes have been piled for me, by my beloved children. One, of them, namely Enoch, has been remiss in his nightly chore of doing them. I often bail them out, when I am getting ready for work, part of my job is to clean the dishes. I feel it, a consultation with Auntie. When I do my dishes, I think about her. I remember being smaller than the sink and watching her line up the dirty dishes. Silverware first, cups and then plates, lastly, pots; if they had any pots to wash. It was one of the most beautiful memories of my life. There was rarely a word spoken by Auntie when she did the dishes.(I wonder if she had consultation with Ma, when she did the dishes) She never said, to me "what are you looking at?". She never asked me any questions. She just washed and continued until they were done. The lesson is learned by the imitation, not by the words.
Auntie seems to stand with me, like I remember standing with her. She represents the silence of wisdom. Not the talking about wisdom, but the doing of wisdom, without a word. I did love her, but I don't remember telling her so. I think she knew. I did imitate her, even though I am married with children like my Grandma. Auntie was a powerful influence and the relationship between Grandma and Auntie was a powerful influence upon us. Blessed and protected women, effective and amazingly gracious women.