P.S. One more thing Aunt Virginia. Your pink house. I always got excited driving into your neighborhood. Looking for Gary Street. A street with the same name as my Father. Looking for that street sign. Then turning onto your street. There it was, that cute little pink house that you had lived in for as long as I can remember. It always made me giddy and a little nervous. I don’t know why, but I always get a little nervous around people. Will you like me? Where did my confidence go? Just my own little strange thoughts. It was always great. It was always comfortable. I loved looking a the photos, your trinkets, and sitting in your sunken family room. I loved those days that we visited you and Uncle Arthur in your pink house. 🙂
xo