Mine is a belated entry in the guest book honoring my beloved only sibling, my older sister Nancy. I want to thank all who've been kind enough to express their memories of Nancy, her many wonderful and unique qualities. It's comforting to hear echos from so many people who knew her, either longtime friends or recently "acquired" ones on Facebook. My sister was never at a loss for friends, words, opinions, causes to support or callings to be met. She was active, outgoing, energetic and, to me, virtually fearless. Growing up in in the Sixties and Seventies in Miami, when one could still call the city, "a sleepy little beach town," our childhood was full of fun times: weekend beach outings, swimming in our neighbor's pool, juvenile entrepreneurial pursuits (such as lemonade stands, selling baked goods, even a beauty salon) frequent visits to the Coconut Grove Playhouse (where our parents introduced us to one of our greatest shared loves, the theater)concerts, parties and the blessing of being raised by two of the best parents in the world, Jean and Jim Russell. Nancy and I had newsprint running through our veins; both Mom and Dad began as reporters and made their careers in journalism. Thus, the clatter of typewriters was a constant in our home, as were discussions of current events every night at the dinner table. The Nightly News was an inviolable evening ritual and the newspaper that our father worked for as an editor for forty years, The Miami Herald, was read cover to cover as a matter of course. Our upbringing emphasized being smart, well-informed, well-read and opinionated. My sister and I shared a lifelong passion for politics. Nancy, the rebel, took the opposite position of our parents, who were Republicans, while I, "the perfect child," followed the footsteps of Mom and Dad. I reasoned, "They're intelligent. I trust them." Nancy declared herself a Democrat as soon as she discovered the differences between the two parties.(Once Watergate happened, thankfully, I did an about-face and became a donkey.) Once Nancy heard the word hippie she knew about them and embarked on revolutionary-protester-flower-child-lite. She never moved to a commune or stopped shaving her legs, but she clued me in to being part of The Movement, the counter-culture, The Tribe. Love beads, paisley, and my very own POW bracelet quickly followed. Nancy blazed the trail, kid sister took note of big sister's popularity, easy access to boys, verve and nerve. Inspired by her example,I took a bold path myself. My sister turned me on to The Force, in its many incarnations. And she could wield it. She laser-sworded her way through life, undaunted, unafraid, with zest and relish. It's impossible to list all the things that made Nancy lovable and drew people to her. She built a beautiful, fun family with her husband Ryan Dearr, a close quartet that included their son, Taylor, and daughter, Siobhan. Nancy was a remarkable mother and wife, a leader in her children's activities and hostess supreme. As I said in the eulogy I gave at the memorial service for Nancy, she was my ally, my advocate, my "therapist" and best friend. She will be with us always: Nancy with the laughing face.--Eileen Russell, Nancy's sister.