Yesterday was my last day in TX. Yesterday I also received the news that my great aunt had passed in her sleep. Her name was Jessie but I always knew her as Aunt Dicky. She was a tiny thing. She wasn’t even 5′. She stood maybe 4’10”-4’11”. She had coarse gray hair and had like 4 teeth. Her eyes were always bright and there was always a spark of humor or hell raising lingering in the depths. She loved hard and was sweet as pie but she would cuss you out in a minute. Aunt Dicky was who you talked to when you were hungry and needed to be told straight truth. She didn’t sugar coat anything. She had a tiny voice but it was mighty. She also had the cutest little raspy laugh. Aunt Dicky was like a hummingbird. She was tiny and always moving at full speed. It was weird seeing her in a state of stillness. It was weird not hearing her little raspy laugh saying something like ” I’ll knock the shit out of you”or ” Oh hell…”. Aunt Dicky was the person that you thought would never go. She had too much spirit and spunk. So to see her not breathing…moving… Spirit void of the body was a total kick to the gut. We didn’t talk much and I didn’t get to see her often but when I did it was always laughter, and non stop chatter. There was always good food, spiked tea and margaritas. Aunt Dicky our world just dimmed a little bit without your fire but we know that you are going to light up the way wherever we go. Rest now. There is no more pain. Rest.