My Aunt Karen is an amazing, loving, beautiful lady full of energy and fun. She’s the youngest of my Mom’s six siblings and also the person that would babysit my sister, Bobbie, and I when we were little. Aunt Karen would take Bobbie and I to lots of different places (i.e. the park, out for…

Growing up, my maternal grandfather, Grandpa Carlson, lived in a small, peaceful house back on a hill directly behind my childhood home. I grew up being able to run through the backyard, up Grandpa’s driveway, and head straight to his cozy kitchen where he kept cream-filled cookies in a jar on the counter. I spent…