I miss her most on Fridays!
















In honor and memory of my sister
Michelle 1969-2009


I miss her most on Fridays when the week has set like the sun and days of leisure beckon like a sunrise.

I miss her most on Fridays when a call would set in motion the activities of Friday Night and she would be there

I miss her laughter, her warmth, her smile

I miss her walking in and filling the room with light and love and hugs

I miss looking into green eyes that knew everything about me, and never looked away

I miss her turn of a phrase and acute life observations that would leave you doubled over with laughter and gratitude that God placed in your life such real and rare talent!

I miss late night talks when she would listen to my dreams and I hers...and the moments were magical somehow.

I miss watching her touch life after life that passed by her own, with the utmost grace and kindness.

I miss her most on Fridays, and when my time on this spinning globe is concluded, I have this request of God...let me go to be with her ...on a Friday!

This song by Lionel Ritchie reminds me of my sweet sister!

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