Margy King

My first memory of my Aunt Marge is set in late 1960s Leavenworth, Ks. It was July 4th and I was 3 or 4 years old. The family had all gathered at my grandparent's home to celebrate the holiday. That night, after my bath, Aunt Marge took me onto her lap and I felt so special. She was the most glamorous, and seemingly confident woman I'd ever seen.

I am going to miss you, Aunt Marge. Your smile, your unconditional love, and our memories together are safely nestled in my heart. I...