Maybe Mom is boogy-ing in heaven

Chris Van Dyk's poem about his Aunt Rita

Chris Van Dyk composed this beautiful eulogy and read it at the funeral:

For Rita Williams, and My Cousins

You towered six feet, though I’ve never been taller.
I suppose my head might have reached your knees,
When you first swept me up, and I became somebody
So important.
You were my Great Aunt and I was your nephew.
I was the one whom you made matter.
Thank you, Auntie Rita. Though you are still now,
You still tower six feet;
Though my world is smaller, lay not gently.
Spin your Volkswagen down heaven’s grade
And keep me, as before, cheered and mighty,
Cheered and able,
Grateful, asleep, protected
Rocking to and fro on your backseat,
The rivers, the city lights,
A glimmer through the dark hills falling below.

Chris Van Dyk, your nephew