Judy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

a memory of a favorite aunt

When we talked about her we used to call her "gay aunt judy" so you wouldnt get confused with the aunt judy who wasn't gay. Lol. Her name started as great aunt Judy because that's what she was, my great aunt and naturally transformed to gay aunt Judy. She drank Pabst blue ribbon beer. For a long time I kept a couple cans as prized heirlooms on a shelf in my room. Supposedly they were remnants from celebratory 12 packs that she bought at my birth. I was supposed to keep them until I was 18 which was the legal drinking age back then... I think they lasted until I was 12 or so lol.... skunked 13 year old PBR didn't taste so great. And she would take me fishing, she was always so patient with me. I'll never forget the time she dove into Tanglewood lake because I forgot to leave the bail open on her favorite green zebco and a catfish pulled it into the water. Juanita was there. She come walking out of the water, pole in hand, grinning like only she grinned. And I can still hear her say "denny" like only she said it...she was a rebel, she did things her way and I loved her so. We were on the river when I got word of her passing. I told the boys but they hardly knew her. Sunday and Monday were so busy I didn't have time to think of her other than to tell tammy to have our suits ready for a funeral. But this morning...in my minds eye... I see her... I'm just a little boy again... she's holding my hand showing me how to light firecrackers in the parking lot of a motel.... grinning her grin..... Saying "now denny... do it like this"

Aunt Judy, her niece delivered her eulogy and it was by far the best eulogy I had ever witnessed. She had chosen to be cremated and as soon as Judy finished, the opening riff of the perfect song began to play. I think i want the same song to play after my eulogy. Spirit in the sky by Norman Greenbaum. Afterwards we had dinner with distant family and then drove home. She lived in Jeffersonville across the river from Louisville. As soon as we got home severe thunderstorms swept across town saluting the last member of that generation of my family. It always rains when I bury someone I love, always. Through her, I ended up with her daddy's pocket knife, a brown case xx that was so sharp you could shave with it.

Gay aunt judy, they don't make them like you anymore.... i love you, i miss you, goodbye


Submitted: April 29, 2020

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