WE lived in roland.I was about 14 .a thunderstorm was rolling and cracking.mom told me to turn on the radio to check the weather. The radio was plugged in next to the ground wire for the ginormous tv antenna on the roof. Well I was messing with the radio...heard a loud Crack...I felt a giant hand pushed me across the room...I opened my eyes...dark...smelt something  burning,,,I thought huh oh...I went to the bad place...then I hear moms voice....GO KICK HIM SEE IF HE'S ALIVE...yeah funny now...I love ya mom..I miss you...

I have so many wonderful and funny stories about my Sister..  She was riding with me on a trip to Texas , were I was living at the time. We were traveling in my Van, and we had to stop because the back fender was falling off, so we stopped at a Conveience store and bought some JB weld and glued the fender back on. Needless to say it was all crooked and messed up with with too much glue. We laughed so much we were crying and peeing. Talking about how mad Rene was going to be when he saw it. The moral to the story is: we sold the Van and the guy who bought it wrecked it but the fender was still attached. Anytime something broke and we were together we yelled " someone bring the JB weld".It will be a year that we said Goodbye to her and still today I can not look at her pictures or do anything that reminds me of her without crying and feeling I have an empty heart. I shared EVERYTHING, with her and since her passing I feel lost. My best friend who could cheer me up with just a phone call is gone. I also know that our Sister Donna is hurting the same. Hug Mom tight for me, I will see you someday. And if you can send me a sign to let me know how to stop grieving so much because I know you would not want that.