Recently with my Sister moving to the Artic, Oh I meant Colorado.  It just seems like she is in the Artic.  Very far away.  I never really thought much about being an Aunt.  I kinda thought when I grew up someday I would be an Aunt.  I loved my Aunts!  I have such fond funny memories of all of my Dad's Sisters.  Recently my friend Iris mentioned she was making Tuna casserole.  Instantly I had an image of my Aunt Lou Lou (ya thats what I called her)   To me just saying the 2 words...well lets just say, I dislike it.  We (my siblings) had gone to stay with my Aunt Lou Lou for a few days.  We sat down to dinner.  I was STARVING because playing with the cousins was big work.  We all sit down at my Aunt's table to eat.  We pray.. which was kinda weird for me back then but that's the way things rolled at my Aunt's house    Here is how the conversation went.
Me:  What's for Dinner Aunt Lou Lou!??
Aunt Lou:  Tuna Casserole!!  It even has potato chips on top.   (she was very excited to serve it)  I am sure to everyone else this WAS exciting news...
Me:  Aunt Lou Lou... UH WE (speaking for the siblings because I have a big mouth)  WE DONT EAT TUNA CASSEROLE.....
Aunt Lou Lou... Very calmly  spoken with great love I am sure " Well at our house you eat what I fix and what I put in front of you"
Me:  Eyes watering and wondering if Aunt Lou  was gonna get Uncle Ron to spank me cause there was no way in Hell I was going to eat Tuna Casserole. 
Me:  sits and stares.. and stares and stares.  Aunt Lou Lou FINALLY EXITS the kitchen.  I jump up and run to the Casserole dish and I slide  that serving RIGHT BACK IN---I then RAN to my seat sat down and wiped my mouth!
I am sure my tummy growled for the rest of the night and I AM pretty darn sure she KNEW I did not eat that casserole  
I have learned so much from each of my Aunts.  One had a gift for baking and sewing.  I would sit and watch her making cinnamon rolls, she also taught  me how to ride a horse.  Another Aunt taught me about hiking and learning to hunt arrowheads. One had the gift of writing and laughter. One taught me about manners, making beds, how to fold clothes!  I will never forget riding in a car going somewhere with one of my Aunts, she rolled down her window to talk to a flagger.  You know those people who stand at the side of the road in construction zones?  As we pulled away I asked her if she knew him?  Her reply was NO- I was just being friendly. She had told me how hard that job is standing out in the weather and how not very many people are nice to you.  Years later the scene repeated itself in my very own car.  My daughter looked up and said, "Did you know him"?  The answer was No, but it brought a smile to my face because the memory of my Aunt came to me and I repeated the same words that she had told me that day.  The Aunts brought such words of wisdom and grace to me over the decades.
I love being an Aunt.  I can only imagine the crazy things my Nieces an Nephews are going to say about me.  I can only hope that the glean something from Aunt Rena like I did my sweet Aunts!