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all outside marveling at a beautiful sky — a beautiful purple sky.

Aunt Sybol’s favorite color was purple. I wanted to see green, but the universe kept showing me purple.

And then I remembered the lyrics I kept singing the day before, and I knew.

Aunt Sybol had made herself an aurora, and we were all standing under her color — her favorite color — purple. She went out in a purple blaze of glory.

We celebrated her life and buried her at Rosemary Primitive Baptist Church cemetery outside of Metter last Monday as the sky cried and rain drizzled over us all. And that was that.

But I keep thinking about that aurora — that bright, beautiful purple sky — and I know she is home.