On Wednesday morning, my Mom called to tell me that her sister, my Aunt Ruby, had been found dead in her home. I felt like my chest had been punched. The air sucked from my lungs. My Aunt estranged herself from the family for reasons unknown to me a few years ago but she worked in a retail store and sometimes, I would be in the store and see her from the distance. I would wonder why she didn't want to talk to anyone anymore. Why she pushed away a unit of people who cared for her. I never would go up and speak to her because I was afraid that she would be rude or mean and that fear of rejection was greater than the chance of reconciliation. As the time went on, I didn't think of her often but I would dream about her. She would pop up in random dreams and I always thought that it was a sign to reach out to her. A part of me knows that in her self imposed isolation, she didn't find the happiness for which she longed. I can only hope that in death, she has found peace. Her memorial is on Sunday and I won't be home for it. So, to my Aunt Ruby, I remember that you made really bad sweet tea but I would drink it to be nice. I remember when you worked at the fabric store and my brother, your son, and I would run around and play in the aisles when my Mom visited you at work. I remember that you could sew and create and make anything. I remember that you were loved and I wish you had too. Aunt Ruby, your journey here on Earth is done and wherever you are, I hope that you are there with Papa and you are happy. Love, Edmund.