1991

Dolly. One of the best people you’d ever known. And that opinion wasn’t just formed because she was your aunt. She genuinely was one of your favorite people, and aunts. Of course it was no secret that you were her favorite niece either. Whenever you had a problem, you went straight to aunt Dolly for advice, no matter how old you got.

Just recently, you had gone through a terrible break up, you didn’t have anyone else to go to. It was so bad that you forgot that you literally had your Aunt Dolly. You called her up to tell her about everything, and she was pissed. Pissed at your now ex boyfriend for how he did you. She invited you over to have lunch with her so the two of you could talk more about it.

She went all out with big home cooked southern dishes. Fried chicken, Biscuits and gravy, collard greens, a sweet potato pie and others. You say at her dinner table telling her more details that were forgotten over the phone, and even felt yourself getting teary eyed.

Dolly: Eat baby, it’ll all get better soon

She said in a remorseful way, all while she brought out your fist plate of food. She always knew that food, especially her food would always cheer you up and make you feel like your old self again. It had been like that since you were a kid. From times you felt yourself mother was being unfair, from other times when you would get into childlike trouble, Aunty Dolly and her famous food would always be there to pick back up your spirits.