This is my dad’s mother, Nola and my Uncle Frank, my dad’s oldest brother. My grandmother died not too long after giving birth to her youngest son, Robert and yes, that’s a bit redundant to be Robert Robb. She was weakened in the 1917 flu epidemic.
My uncle was a Lt Commander in the Navy but died at a family Bbq plugging it in on green cement. Hint: don’t plug things in on uncured cement.
Queen of Cups
Greeting the dawn, often alone, the heron is reputed to be gifted with psychic perception and reflection.
The guardian of many esoteric secrets, it is said to stand at the gateway between life and death and to act as mediator on the soul’s journey to the Celtic Otherworld and reincarnation.
Drawing this card denotes someone who is deep, wise, knows when to be silent; is psychic, emotional, able to be solitary, but also able to impart wisdom with maturity and responsibility.
Someone able to be still enough to receive gifts of wisdom. Tendency to day dreaming and over-passivity.