So she loved woodpeckers. One can hardly imagine. For a woman who's couped up in the house all day long, one wonders what she is thinking. But she's an alert bird.

Rita first came into my life as a surrogate aunt. She was always ready with a face cloth to wipe off mucky hands, kiss cuts and bruises better. As I grew, she became smaller, so much so that I was towering over her. She had so much love to give to the world, and now woodpeckers. She'll always be Aunt Rita to me.

Terri