Aggie passed away the day after Thanksgiving. She was Garey’s mom, but she treated me like she was my mom. I loved her like Ruth loved Naomi, and she loved me like Naomi loved Ruth.
Aggie taught me so many things that no one else bothered to teach me, like how to cook green beans down without burning them; how to cut off corn with a sharp knife then scrape the cob to get all the milk that was left, leaving a skillet-full for fried corn; how to add just a little flour to the cornmeal for perfect cornbread; and how to use milk instead of water for the perfect box cake mix.