over the years. For starters, I was not in love with Jungle Jimmy, the guy on Nickelodeon that sold the duck bliled platypus cards. I remember on your 18th birthday when I filled your apartment with balloons, and bought you a cake, and you came home angry and asked me to leave. I was crushed. Because I worshipped you. Every step you took I wanted to follow in. Every breath you took I wanted to take it all in too. You had so much to offer this world. But unfortunately most people didn't get to see just how much life you had left in you, how much you were capable of. And Mar, you were capable of taking over the world. I used to be embarrassed. We'd go out to eat and you'd wear a tutu and running shoes. What I wouldn't give to have one last trip to the coffee shop with you in your tutu. I'd even wear one too. Your niece asks about you and misses you dearly. Who doesn't? Except maybe that guy on Union Street that you used to flip off for looking at your cute little legs. XOXO Your adoring sister Denise