||[23 Mar 2015|12:05am]
My aunt Karolyn who I called Kainy just passed away.
I remember getting Kainy a get well card signed by Poe.
I remember going to New York with Kainy and having such a good time seeing the musicals. I remember how surprised she was at the price tag on a pair of designer sneakers and laughing about it.
I remember going to the Cleveland Rainforest with Kainy and mom.
I remember going to Disneyworld with Kainy and my parents.
I remember playing Scrabble with Kainy and my mother and how Kainy would come in last every time. She never believed that qua was an actual word.
I remember the last Thanksgiving we had together when she ate so much more than she usually did and playfully joking about it.
I remember all of the times I spent the night at Kainy’s house. We’d watch TV together.
I remember introducing Kainy to Buffy The Vampire Slayer only to have her say it was too scary and that we shouldn’t be watching it.
I remember Kainy taking me to the IX Indoor Amusement Park for an autograph signing and having such a good time roaming the place.
I remember every time I went shopping with Kainy how literally every single time we would run into someone who remembered her as being their teacher or guidance counselor. She must have been a really fantastic teacher because her former students always had such nice things to say about her.
I remember how the first time Kainy saw Sadie she cried because she missed the dog we had before Sadie.
I remember my last birthday when Kainy went to the trouble of having my grandmother’s rosary repaired so she could give it to me as a gift.
I remember Kainy decorating her guest bedroom specifically for me, like a second bedroom for me. She even got a painting of a little girl and a teddy bear for me. At one point she even had an air hockey table set up for me.
I remember when Kainy drove me and my friend home from Lilith Fair in 1997, I think. She stopped at a rest stop on the way home and accidentally drove into the bus/truck entrance and was so frustrated with herself, declaring “Oh, this is the damn back!”
I remember when I was little that when my ‘Grandma’ Noday couldn’t come to my house to babysit me, the duty would fall to Kainy. My mom would take me across the yard before school and I’d climb into Kainy’s hospital bed and snooze a while with her.
I remember when I was allergic to lots of things, my aunt would make non-dairy potato soup for me. She added bacon. At the time I had no moral objections to bacon.
I remember helping her in the kitchen, especially with spaghetti sauce. We made the best spaghetti sauce.
I remember doing puzzles with Kainy. We would be dead silent as we diligently assembled the pieces.
I remember that when I was little Kainy called farts ting-tings.
I remember how Kainy planted a rose she got as a party favor at my First Communion in her front yard. Now it’s a pretty big plant.
I remember climbing in Kainy’s crab apple tree.
I remember just two days ago how Kainy was dopey from morphine and asked me if I wanted a piece of cake when there was no cake there. It sounds like a depressing memory, but we joked about it.
I remember every autumn when Kainy could still drive how we would go driving just to look at the changing leaves.
I remember how Kainy and I would make the most out of all of the curbside takeout places in our area.
I remember how Kainy would be at every single event. Every play I was in, every recital I danced in, every out of state competition I danced at. She was always there for me.
I remember how when mom was sick I temporarily moved in with Kainy and she was incredibly supportive and nice.
I remember Kainy taking me to the Odeon in Cleveland one year to see Poe perform. She was happy to stay in the back while I was in the front row.
I remember Kainy used to squeeze fresh orange juice for me every morning before school. She must have spent a lot of money on oranges.