Aunt Peggy, my Dad’s sister, was my favorite Aunt growing up.She always let me spend the night at her house, and we’d watch old movies while having pizza and sodas. She, like my Dad, was a storyteller (with the same habit of “entertaining the truth” to make some things sound better).She just about always had a kind word even for people she disagreed with, and you could feel the love coming from her in waves when it came to family. I still remember her making potato candy for the holidays and it became such a fixture that it didn’t feel like the holidays with Aunt Peggy without it
