Mickey Corley

So, yesterday, at 35 years old, I bought myself underwear for the first time in my life. A scant two years since she's gone and already her worst fears are coming true: the kids in my generation are walking around in worn out drawers with holes and worn out elastic. Oh, and since I'd never bought underwear before, I mistakenly bought them a size too large. Well, at least Tom is covered now...

she always loved Christmas time, watching people open gifts from her and opening presents people gave to her. Spending time with family. I miss her

I was thinking today about what she once told me about dating an ex-sweetie: "No need to read the same book twice, the ending hasn't changed"

I think of her everyday, I miss her everyday. She was a big part of my life, she was my grandma and one of my best friends.

Aunt Mickey was a part of my life for 57 years. We must have spent tens of thousands of hours together. She loved to talk and tell her stories. She was the "oldest little kid" I've ever known. And she was one tough cookie on the outside, but soft as mush inside. She was so many things. A real character. I miss her.