August 12, 2008.... 

I got the call that day that you do not want to hear, but I knew that it would come... 

I was on an island 23 miles off of the California coast acting as the "Scoutmaster" for 40 Boy Scouts at summer camp. We were to have a beach BBQ that evening. My spirits deflated as we headed towards the water and I learned over the cell phone that my dear sister had passed in Michigan. So many miles away. I weighed my options and found no way to get off the island to be of any consequence. Alone with my thoughts, I remembered the sister that I had, if only for a time. Leukemia had finally taken it's toll. 
I miss you dearly Ginny. You always gave me strength and sometimes....a smack in the head.  What I wouldn't give for either today.  She fought a good fight and stood tall against the inevitable. Proud, I am to have been her brother.  Rest in peace sis....you are with our parents and in a better place.