Aunt Millie was an angel on earth.  For those of us fortunate enough to have her for an aunt, we know that she and Uncle Bob always kept up with what was going on in our lives. And not only their nieces and nephews, but they remembered details about the lives of our children or grandchildren as well - because they truly cared. Aunt Millie's nature was that of a caretaker.  First and foremost, she took care of Uncle Bob for 64 years. When she was younger, she helped her siblings with their kids if someone was in the hospital or needed a babysitter. Then she lovingly cared for Meme in her home until she was no longer able to - and then she cared for her by visiting her almost every day at the nursing home. Later, she cared for Uncle Bob's relatives as they faced various problems of aging. And if any of their many friends lost their spouse, she and Uncle Bob took that person under their wing so they would know they weren't alone.  She did this for my own mother, for which I will always be grateful.  Aunt Millie had a sharp memory, and I loved hearing her tell stories about her youth when the Chevaries lived in a house with their cousins. I enjoyed hearing about their French customs and all the fun they had. Aunt Millie had a smile and a kind word for everyone she met.  She kept in touch with friends and family. I loved how she could work a room. She could talk to anybody and make them feel like they were the most important person there. She conducted herself with class and dignity at all times. I loved how she always looked so lovely and put-together, with her hair just so.  I have many wonderful memories of holidays spent at her apartment on Foskett St. because she made it so nice for us. It was excruciating seeing her at the hospice at the end of her life, as that was the only time I have ever seen her without her beautiful smile. I am so glad I had a chance to speak privately with her before the end. I got to express my sorrow at her illness, to thank her for everything she has done for us all, and tell her how much I loved her. She told me she loved her nieces and nephews as if we had been her own children. SHE tried to console ME as I sobbed, because that's the way she was. Caring. Loving. I think she held on as long as she could because she worried about Uncle Bob and didn't want to leave him, even though her poor body was worn out.  Faith helps at moments like this, because I feel that heaven's gates must've swung open wide to receive her. I pray that she is reunited with her parents and loved ones.  I hope we meet again, Aunt Millie.  Until then, I will cherish the memory of you, and love and miss you always.  xo