Loss

Today my world is a little more lonely. As a nephew I once had eleven aunts and uncles. Now I have but one. Today my dad's youngest sister, Retha Terrell, passed away. She was only four years my elder. As we grew up she was at times more like a sister, sometimes a cousin and when I needed direction, an aunt. She never left a doubt as to her direction, dedication or her love of family. I loved her dearly, I will miss her terribly.