Recently, I learned that my Aunt Phyllis had passed away. My dad was the youngest of 10 kids, and my Aunt Phyllis was the oldest, so she was old enough to be my grandmother. While her death did not come as a shock, I was still saddened. Even though I hadn’t seen her in about 5 years, she will be missed.
After I heard, I couldn’t help but think back of all the memories I have of her. All of the memories I can think of are good ones.
Now that’s something worth blogging about.