Just the right amount of wrong.

The calendar has done its' job and we are back here again.

It's been a year since we lost Michelle/olliesmama...and I still want to just go into a dark room and cry when I think about her. Then I hear scolding me in that voice that said She Meant Business, threatening to sing to me if I don't cheer up. :)

I wrote this last year, and it still rings true. Miss you daring - I'm just sayin'. *weak smile*

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Michelle was the sister I never had. A partner in crime. She was my Jerome and I was her Morris Day.

We argued about Survivor and reality TV, laughed about her love for Rick Astley and Simply Red and kept planning for one of us to fly to the other and surprise each other. She wanted to see the world, meet the people she knew by name and voice and experience life.

She cheered me up with bad jokes and I gave her hope and distraction from the many problems she faced healthwise.

I don't know what happened...I can only hope it involved her chairdancing and bootyshaking with the music up loud and the cats being amused at their mama.

Because even with her health issues...at every point, at every obstacle and at every opportunity -- she Lived.