Aunt Evy is my first, youngest memory. She and I were baking thumbprint cookies together. I was two or so years old. Because I was too short to reach the table, Aunt Evy boosted me up on a kitchen chair, allowed me to make the thumbprints and fill the cookies with assorted jams. So fun.
We continued cooking together, when she and my mom came to visit me in college. My cooking was confined to a one burner, dorm-provided stove and a toaster oven, but in their honor, I made Chicken Kiev and it passed muster.
Evy also took our family on a vacation just after my parents divorced. We camped in a pop-up tent, the four of us and our collie. We went to visit Nancy at gymnastics camp in Michigan where Nancy amazed us with her prowess.
We disagreed on politics but Evy listened to my point of view. I was never going to change her mind nor she mine, but the conversations were meaningful.
The everlasting bond is family memories shared over decades. I'll cherish those. And miss all those stories.