Sunday, November 8, 2015
Aunt Laura,
I know that I am not alone when I say that I already miss you so much.
With Thanksgiving around the corner, my brothers and I will now have to reminisce about how much food you could miraculously consume. In your nineties and half my size, I never knew how you could eat more food than I sometimes could. That is something I will oddly admire for years to come.
But what else will I remember?
I will remember your smile.
I will remember your genuine interest in conversation.
I will remember your unbreakable bond with grandma that was embodied through your banter and laughter at the dinner table before the whole family came together. You were an unassuming model of how to be the best sibling one can be—a model that I, unfortunately, am only now appreciating as I write this, as I’m sure you can see through my tears.
I really wanted to be there for you, Aunt Laura, but now I can feel that you have made your way here, for me. I was waiting for some sort of emotion to hit me, and now, you have brought the tears that would have rolled down my face had I been with you in Brooklyn. Words alone cannot express my appreciation, but thank you.
I wish I could more significantly draw attention to your beautiful persona, but I know that we all have already witnessed and been touched by it. So thank you, for being you.
Much Love,
Christopher White (great-nephew)
