To tell you about my Aunt Estelle, I will start with when my mother died. It was sudden and a deeply devastating loss for me. As soon as she could arrive on Long Island from Queens, my Aunt was in the kitchen arranging things and making sure everything went smoothly. She hugged me and let me sob. She made sure we were fed. She took charge in the loving way she always did.
My Aunt was funny, wry, sometimes a bit snarky in the best way, and always clear on what she was saying. She had big smile and a big laugh. She was a take-charge person. She would dance with you at parties, and rouse others in our family to have fun and celebrate.
She was tough but also comforting whenever she was around. She never let anyone get the best of her. I remember many times when she laughed so hard it seemed she might pee her pants. Those were the best times. I know Janis and Les and everyone else will be missing that laugh as well.
I spoke to her about a week or so ago, and I am glad I did because she was herself, before illness made her too weak to talk. I miss her voice and the love she always offered. I hope she and Uncle Danny are dancing with the real stars, in the sky.