Victoria Harthorn

My big sister, my childhood hero, the brave one, the one who lead the way.... Vickie, my big sister. I worshiped her, from a distance, as I am 3 years younger, so by that stretch, I was in her way, encouraged to stay behind, I am sure. But...Oh how she memorized me. Three years doesn´t seem like much but for someone who is 10 and someone who is 13 there is a lot of living happening, a lot of experiences taking place for a 13 year old that a 10 year old cannot even imagine. As I remember...

My dear sister was my rock, my resister sister, my first love actually. She was born 18 months before me and I looked up to her my whole life. I truly wanted to grow old with her. I love her so much. I know she is happy and is with mom and dad and korky. She will forever be in my heart. I love you vic, so very much.

So sad that Vicky has passed. I enjoyed walks with her. I regret I never got to go to Sax-Zim Bog with her. Prayers going out to Kim and the family.