My beloved Aunt Angela passed away Sunday. It was not unexpected but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. She was 89.
A singular number
She had the same phone number for 50, 60 or maybe even 70 years I don’t know.
Just think on that for a moment.
What does that mean?
To me it meant reliability, confidence, and contentment.
It also means I could always find my Aunt Angela. I could count on her to always be there when I needed her.
Today I am comfortable with words like quirky, odd, capricious, unconventional, and divergent. As the kid who never quite fit in, they didn’t feel very good.
She’s the only person that never made me feel like I was different.
It was the most precious gift.
Unlike my Beloved Aunt Angela, I am the eccentric aunt. You know the one who delights your children with the most unusual gifts; who pairs cowgirl boots with never seen before purses, and is unsure of her natural hair color.
She gave me the confidence to be me.
Sara Kerr 