Aunt Ruth lived with us for a while when I was a kid. It was off and on during my most formidable years. She loved Johnny Carson and country music. We played thousands of rounds of Old Maid and dominoes. Her laugh was pure magic.
I made a big pot of ham and bean soup. It smelled exactly like the soup that Aunt Ruth would make. I remember sitting in our kitchen and slurping soup on a cold winter evening. I can almost hear that laugh.