Aunt Mil,
I am sitting in our alma mater watching family and friends sharing stories about you with Paul, Mark, Julie, and Connie, and saying goodbye to you. I can hear you saying, "Tot, what do you think about all this stuff? I don't need such a fuss, but it's nice for people to come together." You liked when the fuss was about you.
We had many adventures together the last few decades. You had me make a sign for "Big Bales For Sale," and you laughed at me while I climbed on a big bale to place the sign with the help of my assistant Spott dog.
We enjoyed people wondering if we were related or not. We never told that we weren't, but we were family.
I love that you never called me by my first name. I saved, and have recently listened to, a voicemail from you. "Tot, this is Aunt Mil. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday."
I sent you my grades at each semester's end. I made sure to always do well so Aunt Mil knew I was studying hard. You kept me in line; well, most of the time.
I am grateful we were in each other's lives. We shared sarcastic senses of humor and the ability to insult without the person knowing. I am glad we were able to spend time together toward your end.
You were a strong, loving woman. I love you, Aunt Mil. I will miss you terribly. ❤️