My sweet Aunt Cathy, always sharp with her comebacks like Grandma Sylte’s. I can hear her now with the sound of a slight Scottish accent pronouncing her clear words with a light hearted girlish little chuckle when she found life humorous.
I remember her as someone who valued people.
She was tiny yet feisty and she helped so many in her AA community.
Being so modest, she would often refer to herself as the dogs mom. That’s how she signed her letters to me. She struggled to remember me. I am ok with it now. It was hard to see.
She cared so much for her doggos well into her later years.
And something I did not know she was an artist! but that makes sense when you see what her children have contributed to the world. Many hugs to you all
