To my aunt, who loved me like her own—
Our story started when I came from Florida to attend college at JSU. You invited me to church, and we had our very first disagreement over my outfit—which, by the way, I did change. Little did I know that small moment would turn into one of the strongest and most meaningful relationships of my life, one I wouldn’t trade for the world.
Who would have thought that my visit to see you this past summer would be the last memory we’d share together? That thought still hurts more than words can explain. I miss you deeply. You meant so much to me, and I will forever cherish every moment we spent together—from our trip to Texas, to our countless car rides to Taylor, Mississippi, to our simple outings to Steinmart and Belk, and of course our favorite place to eat, Piccadilly Cafeteria.
Thank you for always being there when I needed you—whether it was listening, giving advice, or simply opening your door so I could come over, eat ice cream, and lay across your bed like I was right at home. Thank you for helping me study when I didn’t think I could make it—I truly wouldn’t have passed those courses without you.
Thank you for going along with my “crazy” idea to have my wedding in your backyard, buy you were right there to fix my dress as I went down the aisle. To being there when my girls were born, and for loving me, Tony, and my girls so unconditionally. Your unwavering love will be missed beyond measure.
You showed me what true family looks like and what a strong marriage represents. I will forever hold on to your wisdom—your encouragement to push through when things get hard, to stay true to what I feel and believe, to be confident, to listen, and to communicate.
I’ll carry you with me always—in my heart, in my memories, and in the lessons you so lovingly gave.
Love your niece,
Heather 💕