It seems everything is a reminder of my wonderful sister. This weekend at the lake house I felt her spirit everywhere. She did so love the lake with its great memories of family laughing and fighting over games being played. We loved to be where she was even it if meant sleeping on the floor. She had such a warm wonderful heart. She dearly loved all of us and the more the better.

This past weekend I was thinking about her as I enjoyed the lake that she also loved dearly. Anyway I started thinking about the things I loved best about her. First on the list would have to be that she was a good listener. Never judged or gave advice, just listened and gave her love freely, knowing you would more than likely work out whatever was bothering you.

Next would be the depth of her love. However there was a line that you could not cross with her. That line was trust. She could and would forget you existed if you crossed that line. It would take an enormous endeavor to regain her trust again. She was generous to a fault. She would spend her last dime on you if you were in need. She was totally the most unselfish person I have ever known.