Always missing her. She was my best friend.We were 15 years apart and growing up she could be like a mother to me. I heard I slept in her bed the first year, because she did not like me being out of sight. She has been gone 10 years now and I still reach for the phone to call her. I worked shift and would call her late every night I was at work. She was also my hero. She never married, and after Mom passed, she took care of my Dad. Even his last four years, while he was mostly bedridden. She had a heart valve replaced at 59 and made it almost 9 years before it gave out. She took up golf late in life. Her and a few members from her church played together. I made sure her dues and cart fees were paid at their little club. I felt that was something I could finally do for her, after all, even though we grew up poor for various reasons, she never let me feel it. Spoiled me rotten. Reason I bring up the golf is so I could tell something funny. She was bad at golf. But loved it so much. Never made a birdie, but boy was she excited when she made a par. One day she hit on a par 3 green and was so excited that she might make a birdie, she jump out the cart and headed for the green without locking the brake. While on the green the cart rolled into a drainage ditch at he perimeter of the course and broke in two. True. She called crying, because she did not know what to do and the club wanted a cart replacement. I told her to try her homeowner insurance before I bought them a cart. The agent could not stop laughing. But they paid for the cart without even seeing it, said anyone who would call that in, would not lie. And she still finished the hole, with a par. Anyway, she also loved to fish and I took her fishing and golfing when I could, after Dad passed. Thanks Slab for letting us have a place to talk about our memories. One more thing, when I had her grave stone made I put a small quote on it. Something she yelled for her friends to hear occasionally and something that represented her so well " I MADE A PAR" . But she was a hole in one to me.