I started writing this a few years ago when my Aunt Sherrie’s health began to decline. I knew I would finish it someday—although maybe not—she had already outlived two people we thought she wouldn’t. This will never capture my relationship with her; it is a snapshot of us and her as a person but what is a eulogy, except a small declaration of love, inadequate though it may be.
My Aunt Sherrie
My Aunt Sherrie
My Aunt Sherrie
I started writing this a few years ago when my Aunt Sherrie’s health began to decline. I knew I would finish it someday—although maybe not—she had already outlived two people we thought she wouldn’t. This will never capture my relationship with her; it is a snapshot of us and her as a person but what is a eulogy, except a small declaration of love, inadequate though it may be.