My sister Barbara was someone who loved and looked at the world differently. She had the soul of an artist and it showed in many aspects of her life. She loved color all around her. The changes of the seasons, the beauty of nature and the beauty of the people around her. When she was little we called her "little gypsy" for the flamboyant outfits she would put together. She always shined like the stars, always beautiful.
Barb alway made me laught at myself. She could get me to see the laughter and beauty instead of the saddest and darkness. I wish she were here now. I need that laughter. I love you Barb. You are one of the brightest stars in heaven and I will look for you nightly.