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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Auntie In her lofty ways, she was always the best example of the stars out-shining the moon. Her ways of doing things always correct and proper she was a student of the Queen. Place setting and the china on the table all had to be per the law. And no PHD could outwit her with her twelfth-grade education. She though dignified and learned always quoted un-biblical quotes from other bibles. "Cleanliness is next to Godliness ". I would say well didn't God make dirt too!? Don't be asinine she would say- Seemed as if the emphasis would be on the "ass" I would laugh... and when she thought I was not looking she would laugh too. Auntie could hardly pass up a good humorous exchange no matter how ostentatious or outrageous. Her well-groomed and well manicured demeanor was not just for Sundays. She served her God faithfully in words and in deeds every day. I have never known her to beg or borrow. Never seen her complain as "Arthur" took his toll on her knees. She was faithful to the end and though she had no children of her own, she was nurturer of all us children whom were blessed enough to be corrected by her or to eat a slice of her lemon meringue pie. Anytime I think of her I remember the sweetest music coming from the piano that displayed her mood with music- Her piano voiced her thoughts in pitch and range; as she became one with the keys and chords. There was no room for "I can't"-- and no excuse not trying. She finally gave up on me playing the piano - That ruler had taken its toll on my knuckles and even if you failed at any attempt to do things as right as she wanted: After a hardy reprimanding Auntie was sure to have my favorite food and clean bed waiting for me. I loved her so much that every now and then I must write about this amazing Sister to my mother. Her name... Rosella Faye Graham Derrickson Myers ... And yes, she would say her whole ''title" if you were to ask her, her name. Her spirit lives on... In all the lives that she has touched.
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