My Aunt Alice died today. She was my Dad's brother's wife, and I saw her almost every Sunday at those often-mentioned Sunday Dinners we have. She'd bring me newspaper clippings all the time about articles she'd read that she thought I'd be interested in. One of them was once for tryouts for "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" Without her, I might not have gone on the show, or won my prize, or used that prize to buy my house. I'm going to miss her a lot.
Now, please, I would very much like not to have cause to write one of these remembrances again for a good long time.