Ted Killmer
I'm not surprised that the word "laughter" appears so many times in our combined memories of Aunt Teresa. Her name comes from the Greek verb that means "to harvest". And with her, you'd reap more than a few laughs and lots of welcoming smiles. The passing of the generation that precedes me leads to reflection, much needed in a period of unrest and intolerance. Laughter is the best medicine, ever, and Aunt Terry made sure that a giggle went a long way. All aunties seem to be like that, remember Mame. "Open a new window, open a new door..." I'm sure she's settling into the Heavenly Hilton just fine, though there may be a few more thunderous peals of laughter as she takes centerstage to do a solo turn at the mic. I'll miss her spirit, but I'll always hold a piece of it in my pocket. Hugs.
