Aunt Helen

David's aunt died the day before Thanksgiving. Her name was Helen, and she was in her early 90s, never been married, never had kids. Lived in Georgia her whole life, and had worked as a seamstress for many, many years. She was the oldest of David's father's siblings, and after her mother died, she had raised the whole bunch of them, especially the youngest. She lived on the family farm until her father died and the property was sold. Then she raised one of her nieces for a few years. She was a sharp tongued lady, always ready to voice her opinion or shoot a hard look. She had a gold Chevy Nova that she kept long past the time when she could drive, and I think it suited her. A cool car for a cool old bird. She was buried next to her mom and dad this weekend.

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