July 1961 - my Tia and my oldest brother
My Tia died on Thursday while crossing the street to catch a bus. She was my mother's baby sister, but of course was no longer a "baby" - she was a mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. The last time I saw her was at my dad's funeral in February. She was kind, very quiet and soft-spoken, and had a wonderful laugh. I suppose no one understands why things like this happen. Or why so many things like this happen. By the way, if you click through to the article, do yourself a favor and don't read the comments. Or, do read the comments, but only if you'd like to see that racism is alive and well in Texas. :(
This is my favorite photo of her - baby-sitting for my mom when she was still just a teenager (?). That's my oldest brother, hamming it up. :) We thank you for your life, your laugh, your faith, your kindness. May you rest, Tia.