
I adored her. She was unfailingly supportive of me. When I announced my engagement several years ago she called me and said, "I'm so happy for you, honey! You should be married. You'll be so happy." Six months later when I broke that engagement she called me to say, "Bah! Who needs a husband? Marriage is not all it's cracked up to be." She and my grandmother (her sister) always took my side in my frequent arguments with my younger brother, and it is an eternal mystery to me why he ever bothered to try to rat me out to either of them. Breaking up a fistfight between my younger brother and I on her side porch one summer when I was about 8, she famously referred to him as "that heifer", forever earning my absolute loyalty and admiration. It was my Aunt Babe who taught me that any unkind remark about someone can be made less terrible by adding "bless her heart" to the end of it, that if you burn a cake you can just saw the bottom off of it and serve it anyway with lots of frosting, that swear words should be whispered, and that the best cure for any heartbreak is a good cry and a talk with the women who love you.
She guided us all with humor, grace, and fierce strength. Our lives are the richer for having known her and we are now poorer in her absence. "Eternal rest grant unto her O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May she rest in peace. Amen."