Aunt Margaret

I was thinking about Aunt Margaret as I crossed the I-74 bridge, coming home from the airport last night...don't know why. Brian's been working on a poem that I just read a draft of and was wondering about the stories I shared at the funeral. I don't know what I did with the Hertz contract I wrote them on, but here's what I remember. I asked for happy memories from her siblings, and added some of mine and finished with Kelli's.

Mine: Her being in the car (debate about whose car) with me the VERY first time I drove. I know it was her and not mom or Aunt Lee Lee in the passenger seat because I know that I passed a car on the 2-lane county road we were on going from White Hall back to Waller. I remember her coaching me through that.

Aunt Lee Lee: shopping at SAM's club to buy toilet paper and them joking that if they didn't have to wipe their asses they wouldn't see each other (cleaned up because you can't say 'wipe their asses' in a Catholic church apparently)

Aunt Monnie: about how she got to be in the delivery room when Kyle was born and how happy she was to be a part of that moment

Uncle Jimmy: about how he had worked for the phone company for years and was always known as Pousson until aunt Margaret started working there and instantly became "Margaret's brother"

Uncle Jay: how he was often her chaparone on trips to the beach, charged with protecting her from the boys in the neighborhood

Dad: I can't remember what Dad's was. I can't remember if Dad actually gave me one, or if I supplied him with one about going to the farmer's market...damnit. Mom, do you remember?

Kelli: she asked Aunt Anna Marie what Momo was like. Aunt Anna Marie's response was "kind, sweet and loving...your Aunt Margaret is a lot like Momo was." Which I thought was neat, because when we were looking through pictures in Aunt Margaret and Uncle Ed's dining room, the needle point of the Serenity Prayer that Momo made was right over Uncle Ed's shoulder. So that's what I closed with.

It still cracks me up that Uncle Jay said, "I know the PERFECT person to speak at the funeral. Amy Rose can do it...she's our little corporate speaker." Talking about bulldozers is one thing...