Dear Evver

This morning, I am reminded of our beautiful and dearly departed Aunt Gloria. I talk about her to you, as I lament my ineptitudes at developing a green thumb. She is known for her lush greenery and foliage. Her front and backyards were alive with edible and inedible flora and fauna. She blessed us with lavender when we lived there near her and showed us aromatherapy, before it was cool. Her house was aromatherapy. More carbondioxide was processed at her house and more oxygen produced than any other house, I know. This morning, I am remembering her haircare. I was always awestruck that her hair was always perfect. I think that she cared for her hair and it wasn't for any other person, but herself. She was a widow and she cared about others, but she first cared about herself. Her hair was most similar to mine and so I looked very deeply into her eyes when she talked about her hair care. The antithesis of Grandma Ruth, who would make me want to cut all my hair off and never look at it again; Aunt Gloria pulled me aside as though we were peers. She said, I found such a great way to do my hair. I washed it and put rollers and took a drive in the car and the most perfect curls came out. I used the drive as a blowdryer. What an energy saver? I agreed and was grateful for her generous contribution to my difficult personal care. She loved me enough to talk me up, when I was discouraged beyond anything. Her spoonfuls of sugar made me think about caring when I couldn't have cared less. She was a dear and we miss her, here on earth. I hope that you can learn to encourage others like that.