I got an email yesterday telling me that my Great-Aunt has died at the age of 96. She lived in Paris, so I only met her once, in 1992. She welcomed me into her home then as if she'd always been waiting for my arrival.
Tante Franzi & me, in 1992 (she was 83, I was 20) in her Paris apartment. She was warm, welcoming, and supremely grandmotherly toward me - a truly kind soul.