In Memory of Sherril Kay Lawrence

I have spent the last week reflecting on how much my Aunt meant to me during my life. She was most effective when I was a kid growing up. When I was really young, to her I was always her "little man." That part was triggered yesterday as I looked at my son when people told me yesterday at the funeral how much he looked like me. My mother used to hang with her alot back in the younger days. Apparently they were close and I never knew how close until after my mother died. I think Sherril took it a lot more harder then I did.
During my teenage years, she was around. She played video games with me, even if she wasn't that good. I was reminded of that when my cousin, Doug, talked about how Sherril would slap 50 cents down and play pool against him. Sherril also played cards with me alot. She was my buffer during the years Nana had guardianship over me. Especially when it came to sports. Sherril would just say to Nana, everyone gets hurt in sports. Well she raised two athletes, one of them a semi-professional baseball player. That said, she was good when it came to taping ankles which she did for me for my soccer matches.
My really rough year, my Aunt Sherril made sure my sister and I had xmas presants. I confessed to her last week how I peaked at them early on.
My only regret was we lost contact when I was in my 20's and on. I'm just happy she got to say goodbye to her and that the reason she was buried next to my mother was because she bought the lot when buring my mother. Since she was divorced she felt it appropiate. I just hope she is with my mother in a better place remenicing the good times.