Tuesday, December 19, 2017
There are few people I have such fond memories of, starting early on in my childhood, as Aunt LaVerne. We'd play cards and watch the Tigers and if she rolled a 7 she'd say her classic Boo His! When I think about it, having her and her friend Dorothy was equivalent to having another set of grandparents. How lucky are we! It's no secret my favorite part of Thanksgiving was driving Aunt LaVerne to my parents house for dinner. Although some parts of the conversations involved catching up on the family, my favorite parts were things she said without fail every year that always made me smile that my parents did an amazing job raising their children, that she was so proud of me (even though she thought I would have been a great priest), and some story about Uncle Ron misbehaving as a child. When she passed on I expected to cry, but I can't think about her for more than a few seconds without smiling. I think that's the only way you can describe how Aunt LaVerne made us feel to someone who didn't have the pleasure of knowing her. I think this family needed another angel in heaven looking out for them and now we have her.
