When I was a child, some of the best times we had were at my Aunt Liz’s house. She was the Pied Piper who could get just about any child to follow her with her sense of fun. Although I saw her dark side on occasion, it was still fun to stay overnight at her house and play with my cousins’ toys and eat junk food we may not have had at home.
At Liz’s wedding (in the 1950’s), it got very hot and so she tore her gown below the arm pits and yelled, "Air conditioning!" She then danced to her heart’s content.
Aunt Liz died last night. She just couldn’t stay off the cigarettes and they made worse the physical ailments she suffered from. She was only 72. She didn’t want a funeral but, instead, direct cremation. On Sunday, we will gather together at hers and my uncle’s house for what she called her graduation party into heaven. She’s still the Pied Piper.