Aunt Dee was my favorite. She was beautiful without artifice, and sassy without rudeness. She knew all the words to every song, or she'd just fake it really well. She was the hip version of my mom (who was her older sister), and I like to envision the two of them reunited in Heaven, elbowing each other as they point & laugh at me. 59 years wasn't long enough, dammit. But Aunt Dee was hurting, and is now at peace, out of pain. The best thing we can do now is honor her by living like her: fully, joyously, with a glass of wine and some good music. Love you always, Aunt Deedee.