I will never forget the night we spent by the fire sitting at the picnic table telling stories, jokes, and most of all, the little plastic frog with a wire attached to a deflating pump. We made that frog dance, jump, stand, you name it we did it. That little plastic frog gave us so much laughter we couldn't contain ourselves. My sister loved to joke around and made everyone laugh. She could entertain anyone at any time. Love her so much and miss her so much. That's a given.

 My mother, Sandra, Sandy, a woman with such a wonderful array of stories. 

I remember being transfixed as a teenager and young woman listening to stories of her travels in Hawaii, how she was swept under the ocean in a tidal wave, and survived, travels on a helicopter with friends, journies in Nepal, sleeping in a no windows hotel in India with monkies all around her,. an adventurer Sandra was, and thus I have followed suit a traveller at heart, an adventurer a lover of culture. 

My mother and i had our differences, yet we shared many funadamental commonalities, in which my mom was adament in instilling in both my sister and I from a very young age. Love each other, respect others, love nature, love animals, always have a voice and be true to you. Be proud of who you are, and who you become and never, ever let anyone walk all over you. 

As Autumn is amoung us, and the leaves change, the crispness lingers in the air, I reflect often on our time together, the things that made her spirit dance. 

Nature, entertaining, great food, cooking, baking, decorating, friends and family,  a one of a kind for sure, never ever replacable, and I am sure a hostess and entertainer in Heaven.  

Love you.

Tiff 

PS Thank you Laura for deciding to have this created.