There are many memories I have of Aunt Bina. Foremost, where kisses...always enthusiastic and wet, brimming with love. Another one that always stands out to me was that, when she was younger, she never wore a coat (and her dress was sleeveless) in winter when she went outside the house. I’m not sure that is accurate but I like to think it is because she certainly was warmed from the inside. I will miss her but am glad that she is at rest.
Love, Eric
