It’s hard to believe that seven years ago today we lost my stepsister, Virginia.
|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.
|Christmas day, 2007|