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It is crazy to think that in just a few short months my sister will not have been with us for 18 years.  It is so hard when  you realize that the years don't make it any easier it makes it harder.  It seems memories just fade.   The only real person that I can talk about Leslie too is Debbie or Mom.  No one else just seems to want to talk about her.  I have tried and tried to get memories about Leslie and facebook has been amazing at that.  Finding some of her old friends has helped.  I really need to paste some more onto her myspace page.  I just wish the family would add more.  I have had people tell me yes I will write them down. How many years is it going to take.  I really just want to think of my sister and remember all the wonderful things.  Since I was robbed of being her sister in adult hood I do not have many great memories of my sister.  She was just mean to me.  I just remember her being mean and us fighting all the time.  I just have a few good memories of her. Many of her friends and close cousins are the one's with the good memories and trying to get them to share them is hard and I just wonder if it will ever happen.  Oh well.  I had my moment to vent my frustration.  I just can pray one of these days family will start sharing there memories of her before it fades from us.

Time is passing and the memories keep fading.

Time is passing and the memories are fading. I am asking for everyone’s help. What I am asking everyone to do is jot down any memories of my sister and send them to me. Even if it is just a few words or a whole sentence it does not matter. A memory is a memory. On my sixteenth birthday all I wanted was to see my sister and then that February she was taken from us. As time keeps moving on without her it just seems to get harder and harder. I am tired of thinking of her and thinking of James Dyer. The memories are fading with time and it gets harder to remember her and not her death. I do not want to feel hatred when I think of her I want to feel good because she was good. So please pass the word and get everyone to jot down their memories of her. It you have pictures we would love copies. When she moved she took everything. We do not have much.