One of my mom's sisters, one of her closest friends.
One of the many aunts that helped raise me.
A woman I deeply loved.
Loved, respected, looked up to, trusted and enjoyed.
The older I get, the more I've come to appreciate the women who have graced my life.
Although I was an only child, my mom and dad both came from large families, so I was surrounded by aunties all my growing up years.
They taught me much.
Sadly, over the years, I've lost most of them.
My Aunt Eve left us yesterday morning, but she will live in my heart for the rest of my life.
We talked on the phone not long ago, and as we always did, we laughed a lot.
And then, as we always did, we cried a little.
We talked about my mom and we laughed some more.
Then we cried a little more.
And we made plans for Donald and I to come for a visit in the spring.
Spring will come and we won't be making that visit, but I will think of this beautiful woman and all the years I was lucky enough to have her in my life.
How wise she was.
How funny and smart and talented.
And while I will miss her, I can imagine her arriving at the pearly gates, getting her wings and then sitting down next to my mom, along with the other sisters, sharing a little bit of family gossip, a secret or two and a belly laugh or three.