A Barrel and a Heap

My last post was written with coeval grief, and thus only held a small amount of anger toward Pedo Piece of Shit.  He did survive the funeral, as I decided that it was better to silently put the malocchio on him than upset my family.  At one point, he sat next to me.  At the memorial.  Less than 6 feet from the body of my shining, stellar, beautiful Godmother.  Luckily, my mother is aware of what Pedo P.o.S. did to me and to others, so she quickly motioned for me to sit next to her, thereby cutting him off from any chance of conversation with myself.  As we all said our final goodbyes at the cemetery, Pedo P.o.S. broke down and said he wasn't ready to let her go, which at the time seemed so genuine... so real.  Not one month later, we all found out that he has a girlfriend.  That less than one hour after she died, he told her brother that he'd have to find a new woman. It seems sadly realistic that he had that girlfriend the whole time my Aunt (who was actually my cousin) was dying.  I cannot waste any further emotion on him at this time.  What I can do is share with you some of the lyrics to the song she sung to myself and all of the other children who were graced with her light as we grew up.  I recently watched "Julie and Julia", and this song was part of the soundtrack; I was unaware of that, and when I heard the first few notes I began to cry and didn't stop until the last note was played. 


Doris Day - A Bushel And A Peck Lyrics

I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck
A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap
A barrel and a heap and I'm talkin' in my sleep
About you, about you
'Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your purdy neck I do


I love you, Aunt Patty, a bushel and a peck.  I'll miss those hugs around the neck.