My Aunt Mary passed away on Tuesday, February 23. I was asked to give a tribute at her funeral Mass on Thursday. Here it is. It’s a privilege for me to give a eulogy today about my Aunt Mary. I am proud to have known her, I regret not taking the time to get to know her better, and yet I am a better person for having known her as well as I did. What, exactly, is a eulogy? Well, the word comes from the Latin “eulogia,” which means holy bread. Eulogia was the blessed bread given to the congregation at the end of the liturgy. So a eulogy is supposed to provide some spiritual nourishment. That’s a tall order – and something I’m not equipped to deliver. Instead, I’d like to simply talk about why I loved Aunt Mary. To begin with, Aunt Mary was a character. She was a hoot. She brought joy, and mirth, and laughter to just about everyone and to any situation, and had a glint of mischief in her eyes. If you’ve ever seen the old Douglass family home movies, you’ve probably seen Aunt