Sunday, July 21, 2019
My aunt Robbyn meant the world to me. I grew up two blocks away from her big beautiful house that always smelled like something good was cooking. I would walk over to see her after school and look through catalogues with her, as she loved to discover exciting and unusual items that were not available locally, she was so good at finding treasures for her loved ones.
I remember the highlight of Halloween was after the trick or treating was done, and before we went home to watch scary movies and look through our stash of sweets, the whole extended family would gather on her front lawn to talk and laugh and show off our costumes and share in our excitement.
On Christmas morning, the family would flock once more to her happy home, arms loaded with gifts and savory brunch courses to pass around, eagerly awaiting a visit from Santa and excited to see how Robbyn decorated for the season each year with another stunning theme.
I always looked up to my aunt Robbyn as a successful, brilliant, kind, and extraordinary woman. She was my mother's big sister, but she wrote her own story, and was unlike anyone else I'd ever met.
I love you Aunt Robbyn, I miss you so much.
