My crazy aunt.
As you know, my aunt died the day I arrived in Michigan. My evil auntie was kind enough to have the funeral on Fri so I could attend my sister's wedding with no problems.Crazy aunt left behind three daughters. The youngest is 18. They put together a nice picture board of crazy aunt through the years. There was even a few pictures of crazy aunt holding Pudd'n as a baby in them.
The pastor's wife came up to introduce herself to me & evil auntie and she asked if we had Cherokee blood in us. She said all of us girls had such lovely dark hair and a presence about us. ( I held a retort of "I give thanks for Clairol to restore my dark locks"). Evil auntie thanked her and told her we were from "dark Irish".
I looked at my cousins and they had grown in to lovely young women. I looked at a picture of crazy auntie at her oldest age and she too used to be a beauty.
The woman in the casket looked to be in her 60's. Not some one that just turned 50.
She was married for a very long time to an abusive husband. She also did a lot of drugs to escape the demons of her childhood. When I was a child, I was close to her. My mother raised her for a few years before the drugs and the boys got out of control.
My mother feared for my safety and booted crazy aunt out.
In my teens I'd hang out a lot at her place. I could get stoned, my boy friend lived around the corner from her and I baby sat her first child.
Then I moved out here and on my visits home I could see the changes in her. I'd hear about some stuff from my evil auntie. Stuff that made me sad. Made me miss the beauty that taught me my colors by using Kool a*d packages.
The woman in the casket was some one I no longer recognized.