I just found out that my Aunt Erma passed away this morning. It wasn’t entirely unexpected–she has been diagnosed with cancer in December, and bceause of her age, there was little doctors could do. But I’m still pretty upset by this news. Her funeral is scheduled for Wednesday, so I’ll be flying into Atlanta Tuesday to reconnect and reminisce with family and friends.
Aunt Erma was, in many ways, more like a grandmother than an aunt, something I expressed by calling her “Grandmother #3” when I was about three or four years old. I’ve been trying to cherish the positive–her stories about working as a nurse and in her hometown post office, my memories of her pleasant laugh and her compassion for others.