Penny

Yesterday, June 20, 2009, marked the 38Th anniversary of my youngest sister's death. 38 years, and it seems unbelievable in one way, and forever ago, as well.

When the clock and calender here in the office where I'm working clicked over, after midnight, it hit me and shocked me. I'd managed to forget that my sister was killed on Father's day when she was 11. But I'm not writing of her death, I've already done that.

I'm going to try to tell you who she was in life.

When you talk of the dead, they say, that you tend to forget their faults. I don't know if it's true or not, but at 11 years old, she really didn't have that many. She was the sweet one. Shelley won't be hurt by that, she just was. Shelley also said she was the pretty one...and she really was beautiful, but I had two beautiful sisters. I was really proud of both of them...they were so cute together, almost like twins.

Shelley was more of the minx, of the two. Penny just liked to be with her sister. Penny loved me, I know that, but she adored Shelley. They were inseparable. They were the ones that had the secrets, and the adventures. The whispered fun. I was usually the enemy. I was the older one, not really a part of them. I was too bossy. Being the oldest, I was always put in charge of them, made responsible for them, and most of the time I was OK, with it, but sometimes, I'd tire of being the one to get fussed at if they got hurt, or in trouble.

Penny was more of the peacemaker, she didn't want anyone to be angry. Shelley really didn't care about that...as long as they weren't bothering her, she was fine. Penny never thought twice about sharing....not so much Shelley. Shelley could tell if I just walked into her room.

Penny loved family as much as I did. She cared about everybody. My whole world changed, my whole future irrevocably altered when she left this world.

I still miss you 38 years later, Penny.

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