If she were still alive, my sister would be 78 today. She passed away three years ago after a difficult life, topped off with a short, painful end. Joyce was my half sister and I didn't even know I had a sister until I was about 12. I was thrilled when I learned that I wasn't an "only" child.
Her upbringing and mine couldn't have been more different and that was the genesis of her tough life. Needless to say, our relationship once I was an adult (while we were dealing with our mother's decline) was rocky as well.
Anyway, I really miss her and wish often that I could pick up the phone and listen to her laugh. She was a great sister.
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| Joyce, me and our cousin Molly |
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| at Erin and Mike's wedding |
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| Goofing around |
Joyce hated having her picture taken so it is miraculous and unusual that she sat still without making funny faces on three different occasions.
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