It still doesn't seem possible. It doesn't make sense. She was and is my Sister, my best friend. She was a part of me and I am broken. When I want to be close to her I go outside and just listen. We used to go pick wildflowers. Cemetaries were one of our obsessions. We shared the same wierd sense of humor. I can't accept that she will never walk through the door and throw her arms around me and hug me in that strange dance we used to do when we saw each other. We loved each other so very, very much. It's so hard to watch what her loss has done to our family, especially my mom and the girls. Now they have to grow up without their Mom and she LOVED them SO MUCH!!! She was beautiful, and special and kind and funny and I loved her. I wrote this "poem" the night she died. ~
Come Play, A tale of  Sisters  ~  My Gypsy~ An Ode to Rebecca
 
Eleven OH six. The "children" are asleep now. Time to Play.
No more Mommy. No More. Just me and us........       and the emptiness.~
I know You feel it. You want us 2 Come Play! 
Come Play & Dance and Sing and Listen to our Daddy's Laughter, 
 You had to Lead the Way. To show us where the path begins...
 All the Way to where the Rocks  reach beyond forever; 
The Wildflowers  blooming for all eternity. 
My Gypsy! The Little Girl who grew into the Woman who Always flew with me..... 
High above the Clouds. Now, looking down upon us  your only thought is of
The Light that you hold for us, in the BIGGEST of HEARTS........ And beckon...
Until we come to join the Dance, 
We will take Your Hands, and Complete the Circle. 
This Circle of Ours , where We live  again always; In the beautiful  light of your Smile  and the Love that We Share.
Our Circle will Never be broken. 
You show us the way.  ~You,
 ~You Trailblazing Gypsy Woman, ~My Bohemian Sister ,
In whose reflection we are destined to see ourselves and so much More.
It is a SIGHT to SEE! 
I KNOW, because You told me: 
       "Look What I Can Do"! 
                          We See
                                 We wait; WITHOUT patience, to hear your voice and heed the call :              
                                                          Come Play, 
                                                              Look at Me! Look at Us....
                                                                       Look at Love. 
                                                                               come play......
I love you my Sister, my Friend, my Heart ;
                                                                                                                Now and Forever.....  ~Holly~    
    
         Born August 18th, 1960 at 12:41 AM ~Anchorage Alaska 
             Crossed over December 17th, 2008 at 5:57 PM~Parkland Hospital, Dallas, Texas##imported-begin##Holly Horton##imported-end##