The columnist before me

When my Aunt Sylvia died a few months back, down in Alabama, I wrote of my sadness in her departure in a column not long after.

An interesting twist of losing one aunt was reconnecting with my other, living, aunt and the closeness that cropped up.

Aunt Vicki is the much younger sister of my mother and Aunt Sylvia. She really didn’t live with either when they lived at home. Both had left the nest when she was a very young child due to the 15-16 year age difference.

My best memories of Aunt Vicki are in the summer she came to live with my mother and stepfather and, more or less babysat, me and m...