I have known my aunt for many years, but not until I became an adult did I ever really get to really know her. I remember growing up and traveling to Fayetteville and driving by her home on Dobbin Avenue. It seemed like every Sunday, my mom would head over to Fayetteville, but she never stopped. However we seemed to always take the route that forced us to see where “Aunt Cricket” lived.
My mom would always say to my brother and me, “There’s Aunt Cricket’s house,” and then we would drive on over to my other aunt’s apartment, who ironically is named Christine as well. We called her “Aunt Chris.”
Yet, I always wondered who that lady was that my mom mentioned each time we drove to Fayetteville. I had met her several times before when she would visit my grandparents in Clinton, but I hadn’t put it together that “Aunt Christine” was “Aunt Cricket.”
When I finally did realize that the two were actually one, I was already an adult, and when I did get to know her, I found her to be one great lady, the kind of person you just can’t help but love.
I also found her to be someone who is what a friend of mine refers to as “the genuine article,” meaning she is without question a Christian, and she is not afraid to show it in her actions. She is also one of the hardest working people around, despite her advancing years. On any given day, she can be found out in her yard raking something. Her philosophy is that there is always something you can be doing.
I remember telling her about how we used to drive by her house, never stopping, and she told me, “You know not.” Well Aunt Cricket, it is about time we make up for missing all those visits. I can at least say that I have learned from my mistake.
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