I am grateful for Aunt Edith. For years, she invited my family down to South Jersey for a barbecue over Labor Day. She and my Uncle Aldo, Dad's brother, loved each other a lot. He'd call her Edie. [Lin, did I spell that right?] She'd call him Al. She gave me a short haircut once when I was little. She gave me my first alarm clock, making me feel like a big kid.
She believed in us--in me and in Sis--and it meant a lot. She was proud of us, of our work. Her pride made me feel good inside.
Safe travels, Aunt Edith, as you wing through the stars and the sky. Your time on earth made a difference in my time on earth. I thank you for your kindnesses.
- Bubble bath.