Love you my brother.

I cherish especially that visit with her at the cabin when I wore the post-it on my forehead so she could stop worrying that she could not remember my name. It was "so Shalisa" that she responded by slapping one on herself, too, while she laughed and laughed at how silly I looked.

She was a dear, sweet, brilliant, and gorgeous woman with a music gift not even a catastrophic neurological condition could wipe out. But of course she was her father's daughter.

And HE took better care of her than he can ever know.

She is lifted up in prayer at all services this week, and in our private prayers for somectime to come, as are you.

♥

~Sis