Mae.

I remember the red nails, the gold keds and the little white dogs. She had enough clothes that she didn't have to wear the same outfit twice in 18 months. She convinced me that because I am named after her that I would give the best back rubs. She could drink her weight in margaritas. She told crude jokes and cursed.

My cool Aunt Mae. The crazy lady that I was named after--Ali Mae.

I kept pushing back all of my emotions to be dealt with at a later date and the time has arrived. I wish that I had spent more time with her in her last months, but I am unbelievably thankful for the time I was able to spend with her.

Mae sneakily gave me some money for my birthday. She would rave about my food even when I KNEW it didn't taste that great. She helped to create my love for Diet Pepsi, Twizzlers, and soap operas. She shared her wisdom about ladies and why they do the things they do.

Mae wasn't afraid to hold back. Not afraid to be herself. I can only hope to be so brave, unique, and loving. Evie will get to know her Great-Great Aunt Mae through all the stories we share with her.



Here's to you, Ali Mae. I hope that your wardrobe is full; the salons are plentiful; and your interior design skills are being put to good use. Your Sarah Mae misses you terribly. We'll see each other again soon. Love ya, Maisy.