It’s hard to believe that seven years ago today we lost my stepsister,
Virginia.
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| Virginia and the kiddo |
I’ve always hated that word,
step, because in our case it didn’t do our relationship any amount of
justice. There were no steps between
us. We were close, each babies of our
nuclear families, and we figured out pretty quickly we were better working
together than apart. She was the one who
never met a stranger and I was the wild child.
To say we were quite a duo when we set off in her flame orange, vintage
Firebird to wreck havoc on the city is an understatement.
Although I questioned her taste in music
(KISS), we often compromised (Quiet Riot) and had some of the best times I can
remember just driving around, hanging out.
How very cool it was to be her kid sister.
We broke a lot of rules back then but she
always managed to keep us out of trouble.
She was just that cool. Virginia
lived with passion and loved her kids, her family and her friends with all of
her heart.
She was priceless to us and
will never be forgotten.
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| Christmas day, 2007 |
