My sister was like a candle. A bright spot when things are dark and comforting warmth when you are close to her. We are not separated Barb, the distance between our hearts has not changed. I miss your voice but I will content myself with the echoes for now. Breathe deeply of the fresh air and relax in the warmth of the sun and the next time I see you I will make potato pancakes. "We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give." By this measure Barb led a wonderful life, cared for and loved by her children and all who knew her.