My earliest memories of Aunt Loretta was when I was but a little boy and she was in high school. “Sissie” is what we called her then and I recall many running conversations after school with my mother, her sister Ludena standing by the fridge in the kitchen of her mother’s home in East St. Louis, IL. Her energy and vitality literally filled the room. I thought she was great. Later, as an adult I discovered in her a warmth and acceptance that I have rarely experienced in other human interactions. Loretta was feisty and most always had a twinkle in her eye. She was also a very loving and generous human being. I fondly remember her dignity and poise in whatever the situation presented.