all I can remember about Pam being born and coming home is mommy telling me I was gonna have a baby sissy of my own and I was to take care of her, since I WAS the baby sissy at the time...I was very proud and excited... Through the years, I DID take care of her, helped with her care, playtime, of course we fought like all brothers and sisters do. But I loved her to no end. Protected her at school etc. fought with girls, boys and even parents to protect her.  Grown up I moved away, I always begged her to move close to me. Cause her and I had so much fun, always life of the party. She was the goofball that always made everybody laugh.  Took me 30 years to win that one. And did we have a blast, we both got motor scooters. I had fantasized about us riding them together so when she moved in with me, she got one, I already had mine and we rode all over Corydon  Indiana. Riding to swimming pools, parks, out to eat, shopping centers and of course at our age now, to Dr. appointments... We had a blast!!! 

God took her away from me after 10 months and I'm happy for her but horribly sad for me and everyone she left  behind. I had to thank God for sending her to me so I could enjoy her a little before she went home to him. I thank him everyday for the blast we had. She's with mommy and my baby brother now and I'm happy with that...