In late 2005 I got to know a woman who I can honestly say
was the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Great Aunt living in
Taranaki and I had only met her a few times in my childhood because of the
distance between us (5 hours drive away).
In 2005 Aunty Dorothy rang to speak to my mother but because
Mum was out we started talking, and this was the beginning of one of my most
treasured friendships. Loving to talk and laugh was something we both had in
common and our phone calls became frequent and the highlight of my week.
Aunty Dorothy was an absolute darling and a hard case of a
woman, who had had a very hard life. In her final years she blossomed into the
most beautiful flower and I was so privileged to know her during this time.
Aunty Dot’s beauty was different to what the world defines
as beauty though. She was in her late 70s and it was her joy, laughter and how
she saw the world that made her so beautiful.
Our phone calls were extremely honest and open and usually
started with us telling each other how our days went. I was in a very difficult
part of my journey, When I had ‘met’ Dot I was recovering from my surgery in late
2004 and was gaining a huge amount of weight on steroids. Dot would always
relate to what I was saying and she would share what she had been through in
her life. We both learnt a lot from each other.
Whenever I went down to see Dot she would be so over the
moon to see me and she shared in my excitement as I began to lose my steroid
weight. She would squeal with delight when I walked into a room, she was just gorgeous!
The thread that stitched our conversations together was
laughter. Things were really hard for me at that time but we would be laughing
for most of our conversations.
I had great admiration for Dot. She had overcome a lot in
her life and it inspired me the way she took delight in everything.
We shared our faith with each other and she began to tell me
how she had once believed. Our faith began to grow as we journeyed together and
it became a beautiful thing that we shared. It was really exciting for both of
us to share what we believed and how we saw God working in our lives.
Aunty Dot didn’t rely on others to bring her joy and
laughter - she created it! As she aged, Dot loved to wear her make up, along
with going to the hair salon to get her hair set each week. One instance that
clearly showed her zany, naughty sense of humour was at one of those/these
salon visits. She would always go with a friend and on this occasion, while the
hair stylists were out of the room, she said to her friend that she was sure
she’d seen her on the front of the paper. She was referring to the photo of the
topless women on motorbikes in the ‘Boobs on Bikes’ parade! She and her friend
were in fits of laughter for the rest of their time there and the hair stylists
had no idea what it was that had left them so inebriated on laughter that they
couldn’t talk. As Dot and her friend were leaving the salon she shared with the
workers what they had been laughing about. Dot and her friend then left the
salon leaving behind a salon full of laughter. Dot’s ability to induce laughing
‘attacks’ was a true gift.
Dorothy’s beauty emanated from her – it was there for all to
see. But at the same time, her beauty wasn’t one that you just saw, you felt it. It was her inner beauty that
was so compelling. In spite of difficulties during her life Dot had chosen joy
and laughter to be her companion in the years that I knew her. What a way to live!
Dot found joy, humour and lightness in the years I knew her,
which were the last few years of her life. She showed me what beauty really was
and inspired me to live similarly.
The legacy of beauty that Dot left behind was one that came from
choosing forgiveness instead of bitterness. One of choosing to find joy instead
of dwelling on her past pain. One of not being afraid to share her story and
what she had learnt through her life. And one of not having any hesitation in
letting her joy and beauty show for all the world to see. This is the kind of
beauty that I aspire to.
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