Mixed Emotions

My half-sister passed away a little over a week ago. I didn't even know she was doing poorly. On the other hand, it's to be expected. She and I were not close. Geography (NY and sunny SD) and a nearly 40 year age difference can do that to people.

Here's what I remember about Penny the few times I saw her. She was vibrant, and vivid. She truly embraced life and was not afraid to embark on adventures. She taught me that redheads could and perhaps should wear purple.

She made me feel special when she visited and took my sister and I to the amusement park, and bought us sunglasses and sunhats to protect us from the sun. She listened. She had style that to this day, I still try to emulate.

So... I sorrow for my half-brother because he truly knew her, and for myself for the opportunity lost. Rest in peace, Penny.