Today marks 45 years since the birth of my sister though she didn’t survive past the age of 15.
The last time I saw her alive was when she, mom and Don came to visit Nikki and I in Dallas in the summer of 1985. She had taken a liking to the SMU campus and seemed to be considering it for her college education.
Not only has her absence throughout the years tremendously impacted my life, but I often think about all of the experiences of life that were taken from her – every day, in fact.
Happy BDay Sis!