Tribute to Amy  (read at the funeral)

Amy and I had a very special bond.  We had the kind of relationship where we didn't have to say anything, we just knew what the other was thinking. When Amy walked in the room, I always felt better. And I know she felt the same way about me. It never mattered what we were doing, we just loved to be around each other. I could always count on her to be there if I needed her, or to laugh at all the stupid things I'd say or do.
We have so many fun memories.
Like the time we fed her baby doll some Pepsi and it threw up sand. Actual sand. That really freaked us out.
Or when we caught a bunch of bull frogs at a small local pond during a bike ride.  We brought them home and dad fried up frog legs in a skillet. I don't think we actually ate them. So gross.
We used to play poker for Easter candy in our bedroom. Neither of us knew how to play poker, but somehow I'd always win.    . . . But then I'd give it all back. Well, most of it anyway.
When boys would come to the house to see Amy, I'd tell them to leave because she wasn't home, even if she was home. And she never got mad at me for that.  She always let me be her protector.
Its very difficult to not have her around. Amy was such a huge part of my life. But it is comforting to see how she was an inspiration to so many people. She had an amazing spirit. I miss her deeply.
I love you, sis. You'll always be right by my side. I can't wait to see you again.


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