"Gal pickney, when you coming to look for me." It breaks my heart everytime I remember that I won't see her cell calling. Usually this is how she starts our conversations. This is one of my favorite pics of Aunt Joyce, always dressed to the nines with just the right accessories and stories about how she came by this bag or that bracelet. Happy, so happy to receive gifts as she is to give them. This was a woman who treasured moments and mementos. I am glad to have had her as a second mom, a friend and a secret keeper. It hurts that I have to let you go, gone way too soon.