My Aunt Althea was a let-you-ride-in-the-back-of-her-truck kind of aunt.
A take-you-out-to-Pizza-Hut, and-Lagoon, and-the-movies kind of aunt.
A laugh-out-loud, sing-out-loud kind of Aunt.
My aunt was a crazy-spoil-you-at-every-occasion kind of aunt.
A go-shopping-with-you-and-buy-your-first-prom-dress kind of aunt.
A save-for-my-college-education kind of aunt.
A dance-like-no one's-watching kind of aunt.
A-fly-to-St. George-to-watch-my-triathlon kind of aunt.
A make-you-laugh-out-loud-e-mail-forwarding kind of aunt.
A thoughtful-make-you-cry-e-mail-writing kind of aunt.
My Aunt Althea never had any children. But she didn't have to spoil us like she did. She didn't have to care like she did. She didn't have to love like she did. But she did.
I won't say she was perfect, but I will say that she was a wonderful, Christlike woman.
I won't say she didn't have her vices, but I will say that I wish everyone in the entire world had an aunt like my Aunt Althea.
I love you Auntie Al. I miss you from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes.