My sister died on February 19, 2010. On the day of her death, I wrote this in another blog, one to which I rarely post anymore:
She fed people she didn’t know, she gave up her bed for people who needed to sleep, she battled the IRS and Social Security Administration for people who couldn’t do so on their own, but desperately needed an advocate. And they had that advocate in my sister. She was, in many ways, the Molly Ivins of our family; she gave people hell if they deserved it, especially when they had mistreated someone else…the underdog was her pet!
Today, November 2, is her birthday and I pause to remember her and what she meant to me and to so many people.
Thank you, Robin.
This is a beautiful, loving tribute to your sister. I have always loved people who advocate for the underdog. May her memory be for a blessing.