I found myself lost in old photos and memories, wishing my little sister back.
She protected me when she helped us find food. She sat close to keep me warm. She kept me company in a cold, dark basement. She distracted me from my growling stomach. She came home from California that first time. She moved to Colorado for summer camp with me in the mountains. I, pregnant, went to her in California to care for her after her surgery.
She came to Colorado to meet her nephew, Jared. She drove to Allenspark and Yuma, time-after-time to care for Jared, and Alex, and me. 
She stood up to him. She kept care of little Alex in that park in Wray. She bought groceries or pizza or ice-cream. She came over just to spend time.
She came with oils, crystals, chi machines and the knowledge of what they could do. She played video games, watched movies and ate supper at the table. She took care of Chini and Racer, Aggie and Mordecai.
She fumed at wrongs. She searched with me for jobs. She backed me up when I was scared. She loved with fury. She remained my sister, always.
Sally Gerard 
Reblogged this on jpburgess and commented:
Words of my wonderful sister Sally who writes beautifully about our sister Cathy who was taken from us too soon. Not just too soon, but too abruptly. She lived a heroic life and we miss her.
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Cathy. Her name is Cathy and she should be here with us now. The two of you were an amazing team! And I would like to add that she gave Jared and Alex the gift of chips! I hate that she is not here with us to go to the lake. To see you marry Robert. To celebrate the life the Prescott siblings still have. This is beautiful, Sally, and I am going to reblog it. Thank you.
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I wish I could have had hers at the end.
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Wonderful, poingnent memories of a wonderful woman. It sounds like she helped you through some tough times. We all need someone who has our back at times like that!
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