Here are some thoughts on a wonderful Aunt. Not everyone is close to an aunt. I grew up with Harriet, visiting her on summer vacations at her home in Iowa. Occasionally she and her family would visit us, too. My life has been filled with times with Harriet and her family. My mother would often call me Harriet, and she would call Harriet my name. For some reason, in her mind, we were the same. But, I was really nothing like Harriet. She was easy-going, soft spoken, patient, and I am more difficult, higher maintenance, with a more temperamental disposition.
Anyway, Harriet died a week ago today. I just got home from her funeral. I'll never be inside her house again. I'm very sad, and in future days, I'll write more about her. One thing that stands out in my mind now is her wonderful voice, and musical laugh. I'll miss that alot.
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