My wonderful Aunt Sylvia died yesterday. She was 93-years-old. During WW II, she proudly served with the Red Cross. Up until a few months ago was still doing her crostic crosswords, reading nearly a book a day and very up-to-date with what was going on on PBS. She was the one who told me to watch Downton Abbey and after each episode, we'd get on the phone and discuss what happened.
She was incredibly smart, was a whiz with words and vocabulary and had an encyclopedic memory. You could ask her anything and most of the time she'd know the answer. And besides all that, she was my friend.
She will be missed.