WILMA THOMAS

We will miss your dear wit and warmth and patience for enduring the role of middle sister. We always felt more understood and accepted in your presence.

I didn't remember that sadness and grief felt so heavy. As I'm already missing my Aunt Wim being in my life, I'm also smiling over so many fabulous memories of love and acceptance and laughter and awe. I felt special whenever I was with her; I felt great comfort and safety and love always. I asm seeing the enormous sheets of ice piled up on the shoreline and hearing her explain the nighttime booming! I loved following her around her garden and being made to feel helpful. I think it's time to walk a Mexican beach and just remember her.

Two of my memories of my Aunt Wilma are of how kind she always was to me and of "cracking wise" with her over all manner of irreverent matters, laughing even when we said, "Oh, we shouldn't;" then laughing even harder. Bless you, Aunt Wim, and God speed.