I still think of you often, Aunt Dorothy. And every Christmas, I try to make the big beautiful bows you could whip up in a half a second, but alas, I have not the talent for the beauty and creativity with which you were born. If I see the color purple, a string of pearls, big flashy earrings or a stunning brooch you are the first person that I always think of.
Keeping you in my thoughts and your family in my prayers. You are missed Aunt Dorothy, and very loved still.