My mild but not meek Aunt Betty died, blessedly, in her sleep early last Sunday morning. It felt sudden, but at her age (86) nothing is really sudden, is it? She was my confidant, my pal, my partner-in-crime. Irreverent and rebellious.
I loved her like crazy. She was (and always will be) my moral compass. I ask myself "what would Aunt Betz do." She had a great sense of humor. She kept up with world events by reading the entire newspaper every day, after doing the word jumble. She loved eating out, her friends, her family and potato chips. Not necessarily in that order. Oh! and cookies, plants and animals.
My brother sent around a wonderful picture of Aunt Betty with my sisters last week.
Aunt Betty was a big part of what makes me "me." And always will be. There is a big hole in me right now. I will do my best to fill that emptiness with love and kindness.