Today is the one year anniversary of my sister’s death. I don’t really want to dwell on it, but I felt I did need to acknowledge her and the memories I have of her. I don’t really want this to be sad or tragic, because she was neither of those things. She was full of life, a barrel of laughs and embarrassing moments. I really just want to honor her memory and mourn her loss just for a little bit. I truly believe she’s in a better place and that one day I will see her, and my father again.
Debra Anne Miller was her name, but everyone called her Debbie or Deb. She was seriously one of the most generous and loving people I’ve ever known. A true beauty inside and out. We never parted that she didn’t make sure to tell me that she loved me. Never. Not one time. She always made it a point to let her feelings be known and never hid anything. There was no subterfuge with Debbie. What you saw, was what you got. She was not only my sister but a great friend, a buddy really, who at the drop of a hat at one of my wild, goofy spur of the moment suggestions would travel with me to the ends of the earth. Okay, maybe not the ends of the earth, but to Ottawa and Tybee Island for sure. She never disappointed me. We always, -always- had a fabulous time. Debbie was the kind of person that brought the fun with her where ever she went. She was a bubbly, effervescent, eternally optimistic person with a streak for mischief that is currently only rivaled by myself in our family. She was the first person that I can remember that started calling me ‘rotten’, but it was always with a laugh and a proud grin. Debbie and I are very much alike. I guess this is the reason why I miss her so much.
I’m working on something to honor her memory, but I haven’t finished it yet. I’ll be posting a link to it here sometime soon, so keep your eyes peeled. It’ll be worth it. Thanks for reading.
I love you, Deb, and miss you something awful.
Tracy =)
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