When Debby's mom, Sooky, married my father, Al, I got the best present of all: Debby as a sister. There was never any "step" in that sisterhood. From our first meeting, Debby welcomed me into her loving, TANNED arms with a hug and smile that melted my sullen, lonely, confused 15 year old self. I had no siblings, so Debby was a revelation- I'd never met anyone like the live wire, spunky, gorgeous, glowing, bold, audacious, wonderful, hilarious personage who told me stories about surviving Newark Airport, dealing with the NY Jets and living what to teenage me was an amazing la vida loca. Debby is a mesmerizing spirit-- I can't refer to Debby ever in the past tense-- who taught me what love, compassion and family is all about. Bob, Mandi, Corey, Brad, Robyn and grandsons and scores of friends filled Debby's world and heart to overflowing. You were all perfection, and she adored and cherished those in her inner circle with a vehemence and unconditional love I've never seen the likes of-- except maybe in Sooky. Two phenomenal role models I strive to be embody my entire life. I can't say "rest in peace" to Debby because that's not who she is. My guess is that wherever Deb has landed, she immediately re-connected with loved ones who preceded her and then rolled up her sleeves and got down to the business of organizing, redecorating and showing everyone phone photos and videos of the legions of loved ones left behind to miss her more than words can express. As a mother to my own daughter, I held up Debby and Mandi's relationship as a goal to aspire towards. Debby is a "oner" and will always be so. My healing thoughts and prayers go to everyone aching over this profound loss of a person whose heart and being were-- and are-- larger than a mere life.