Aunt Libby's Legacy through Me

By Corey Barbee

Being in a wheelchair makes people see you differently. Aunt Libby treats me the same as everyone else. We connected when I was a kid. Her kindness, her faith in God, and the way she humbles herself before others has produced a lifelong bond. Her genuine love for me inspired me to write this book. Something I will never forget.

I hope this book will show people how not to see others as different. Aunt Libby shows me respect, and I respect her. She treats me like everybody else. I'm hoping when people read this book, the world will change.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Corey Barbee
• Release date: Jan 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224569861

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Aunt Libby’s Legacy

through Me

A Memoir

by

Corey Barbee

Copyright © 2023 Corey Barbee

All rights reserved.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Bonding

Sports

Banking Career

Role Model

Caring

Christian

Comforter

Creative

Neighbor

Respectful

Taught Me Practical Skills

Advisor

Broadcasting

Friends

Family

Conclusion

Introduction

Aunt Libby was a big part of my life. She did certain things with me. We cooked together. I’d ask her for her opinion. She brought things to light for me. She had a way of explaining things to me. That’s why we have a bond.

I picked her because she helped me overcome things in my life – more so than anyone else in my life. She had a way to reel things in for me like no one else in my family. She and I have a close bond. When I was little, she would take care of me. It was like I had two nannies. I would call her in Virginia. It was long distance back then. You had to pay for it. We would hang out over the phone.

People ask me, how do you deal with the stuff you deal with on a daily basis? Some people are nice, and some are rude and obnoxious. I take it as it comes. It’s not always perfect, so I just shake off the bad. I use music. Sometimes I don’t want to share with others. Sometimes I do. What’s my life like? Being in a wheelchair scares people. They don’t know how to act. They feel awkward. I want to be treated like anyone else. Aunt Libby taught me to play my hardest and do my best and be fair. Aunt Libby treats me like everyone else.

Aunt Libby, I wrote this because I want to let you know how I feel, and I still feel the same way. We don’t get to talk and be together like we used to.

When Nanny passed away, you filled that empty space. I needed somebody. You are my missing piece. When Nanny died, I thought how am I going to do this without Nanny? How am I going to remember stuff – how do I pull this off? Aunt Libby, you gave me aspirations when I was a kid – I found you and you brought me to where I am now.

It’s not easy to write a book. You have to sit down and think about what you want to write about. You just have to do it. I did this for you.

Bonding

Aunt Libby has always meant a lot to me. She had a way of connecting with me. We had this one game we called Drive-Thru where we’d play like we were going to McDonald’s drive-thru to get something to eat. We’d play this when the weather was nice.

Her house had a carport. There was a shed with a long white roof. She had a big white car that had a trunk that opened randomly. There were two lawn mowers with the car. We always used the green one. I was about twelve or thirteen. We’d pull out the lawn mower, and I would drive. We rode around this light pole. There was an invisible person at the drive-thru window.

We’d always order the same thing. We had cheeseburgers, French fries, and strawberry milkshakes. Then we’d drive off and go