Dead Pig

Last week was my sister's birthday. She died nine years ago Christmas. She was on my mind all day long. Deborah was my opposite. She knew her mind and was always positive about the things she did while I am not sure I am doing the right thing. She was so very smart and I am well let us just say not all my neurons fire as they should. She and Daddy could talk about anything and she had an opinion on everything and knew she was right about it. I am the one that you can change my mind with a easy thought. We did favor and my husband says are voices were very much alike.

The story that comes to my mind is the time when she was about 9 or 10 years old. We lived on top of a hill and there was a small country store at the foot of the hill. Mother had given her some money and sent her to buy some small item---like milk or something. She came back in without the milk and when mother asked what was wrong Deb replied "I killed a pig." Mother went out to the road and there laid a pig knocked out. The pig was in the road and scared Deborah so she picked up a brick and threw it at the pig hitting it square in the middle of the head knocking it unconscious. Boy did we tease her. Laughing and bringing it up anytime we wanted to get back at her. "Pig Killer" "Oh you better be careful or Deborah will hit you with a brick and kill you!!!" "Don't scare Deborah she is Lethal!" It would make her so mad when we threw these lines at her but remember brothers and sisters love to make the other one mad.

I have many memories of Deborah. We shared a bedroom which was an experience too. Again we were so different. One night as I lay sleeping she kicked me and said "Be still!" I replied, "I am not moving. I am just breathing." Her reply was typical of her---"Then stop breathing." Being the younger sister I was determined not to follow her to college. I was tired of being her little sister. So I went to MSCW while she had gone to Miss. College. But of course where did she go to graduate school. MSCW. I thought now she will be my sister --- OH NO---she had a job in the Home Ec. department so immediately I became the little sister again. I could not win.

Life is different without her. I often think of her and wondered what she would think about things. What would she do and how would she react to things. Well Deb where ever you are now this is for you.