My Aunt Pearl was dear to me. She was my only aunt growing up, and I used to kid her that I was her favorite nephew. Growing up, she and my Uncle Danny opened their house in Miami to us, and it did indeed feel like a second home. They hosted Passover, and I sometimes spent the day there when I was sick. Aunt Pearl was always looking out for me and making sure I was okay. As I got older, I came to appreciate her even more and understand just how much she had done for us. I found her so easy to talk to—she was kind and had a sharp wit. She told some great stories. I may have ‘borrowed’ a term from one of her funny stories to write a scene in one of my books. I’ll miss her, but I know my cousins and my mom will miss her more. I am a better person for having grown up with and having known my Aunt Pearl. I’m lucky to have had her presence in my life, and I know that’s true for many people. God bless you, Aunt Pearl. I know you’re in a good place. Amen.