When we were young i thought she was the pretty one and she thought i was the pretty one. As adults, when we talked on the phone after i said "i love you!" she would always say "I love you more!"
As young adults, she welcomed me into her home after i had left college and was at loose ends.
When my daughter was born, she stayed and took care of us, feeding the baby in the night so i could sleep, doing our laundry, making my bed each day so it felt fresh when i got back in. We tried every new outfit on the baby like she was a doll.
When our mother had her lawyer send me a letter after her death to tell me what a disappointment i'd been, (though i was the last of her 3 children still speaking to her) my sister helped me through the pain, having made peace years before with the knowledge that our mother could never be pleased.
She loved hard.
She had a wicked sense of humor and could always make me let out a big ol' belly laugh.
i will always remember Patti Miller Woodard, gone at just 62 on March 10, 2012.
i can't believe i'll never hear her voice again.
i love you, Sissypoo, always and forever. <3