She was… A giant spirit dwelling in a sassy petite frame and I once dreamed of being short like her.
She was… My first cab ride downtown because [though she was courageous] she never conquered her fear of driving.
She was… An angel who treated my first hangover like a bona fide sickness with tender mercy.
She was… The first to plant the seed in a young girl’s mind that one day she could be a writer and thirty five years later said “I told you so.”
She was… In my heart, a friend… a sister… a confidant and a mother
She was… My Aunt Gloria
~~~And today my heart breaks for a spirit that will be so thoroughly missed~~~
Photo by SKG ~ The Last Trip to the Lake
Happy Birthday and R.I.P Gloria Ann – June 13, 1943 – June 13, 2012
The Real Janna Hill 
So sorry Janna…….Sounds like your aunt was a neat lady. May God hold you close, like a warm blanket, on a cold Winters night. Peace.
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Thank you so much Joni. You’re kind words are a comfort.
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oh, I was born 1945, two years left for me – I have to hurry …
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One never knows…
I would think that you’re at the age to slow down and savor the moments 🙂
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I REMEMBER GLORIA AND YES SHE WAS A GREAT LADY … I MISS THE TIMES MOM AND YOUR MOM AND HER WOULD SIT IN THE HOUSE AND FUSS ABOUT THE GUYS WORKING IN THE GARAGE ON THE RACE CAR… THOSE WERE THE GOOD OLD DAYS….
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Wow!
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