I always loved seeing Aunt Dee because she was so accepting and welcoming and loving. I remember when we were clearing out Gramps and Grams's house (that would be Dee's parents) and we went out to dinner...Laura and Dee and I. She suggested eating at the revamped train station. It had a tempting menu but Dee just stared at it for a bit. What she said next was so insightful-- and it's a story example I've told many times. She just looked back up at us and said, "Can you order for me? I can't make one more decision." We also got pretty giggly a couple of times at the house. I'll always remember the painting of her she'd always hated that we "disposed of." Several of my relatives were not particularly affectionate, including Gramps and Grams. Yet Dee and my dad/her brother Blue always had open arms, always ready for a hug. I don't know how they learned to love unconditionally and be so empowering (and make such a difference in people's lives), but I'm so glad they were able to become these wonderful people. I know Dee did "the work" to become who she was. And of course I'm super proud and grateful they were family.