Growing up I had an aunt, I’ll call her Fay because her name was Fay, and I would like her name spoken as often as possible. Fay was like mother to me; from sharing my love for books to teaching me how to cook, and sew, and showing me so much love that I didn’t know what to do with it. Fay was true blue; a funny recurring instance was where I was at summer camp and not fitting within the guidelines (usually refusing to get in the water at the swimming pool), and the administrator would stop her and say, “Smiley refuses to get in the pool; can you talk to her,” to which Fay would reply, “Smiley is not my daughter, cousin is my daughter…I can’t make Smiley get into the pool you have to ask her mother.” You shared books with me , encouraged me, and included me; even when it meant slighting yourself. I looked to you when I needed love and guidance and found those things fleeting, and you never disappointed. I will write more when I am able, but I just wanted to let whatever essence of you that remains know that you are running across my mind.
Eternal love for,
Fay
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