For the final page of my site, I decided to dedicate it to my sister. Her name was Hazel. She was born on June 6, 1983 in Lewistown, Pennsylvania. She had a very special personality and had a great sense of humor. For example, she was the only one in our entire school to have that name. So therefore she got teased continuously. All her classmates used to call her Nut; as in hazelnut. She used to come home upset all the time because she couldnt get them to stop calling her that. So one day she decided to go along with it. She asked them to call her nut, and the kids didnt find it funny anymore because she didnt let it hurt her feelings. | |
This picture reflected her favorite time of year. She loved Christmas and loved playing in the snow and everything that was involved with christmas. We used to slide across the patches of ice on our walk home from school. Not to mention the snowball fights and sledriding. | |
As well as Christmas, Hazel loved the summer months too. Before she was taken away from us in a car accident, i had taught her how to swim. It was a funny site to see as she tried to swim the length of the pool doing the doggy paddle. She would get so excited that she was doing it that she would stop paddling and started to sink. It took all my strength not to laugh at her. Before i knew it, she was walking over to the 12 foot area and would jump in. Granted she clung to the wall til she was comfortable to paddle around, but i was proud of her. | |
One of the coolest things about Hazel was that she loved everything that had smiley faces. She used to draw them, buy things with it on them, and you would have seen her smile almost all of the time. I believe that the smily face became kind of like her trademark. Everytime i see a smiley face, I think of her. |
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We used to go for bike rides around our neighborhood. There was a steep hill i used to love to ride down. Hazel had begged me for her to go along. I agreed and we were off. Before we got to the steep hill i told her that at the bottom of the hill she would have to make a sharp left to enter the lane to head home. I reminded her that she had to lower her speed so she would make it. I made the turn first with no problems. All of a sudden, i hear a grinding of metal and loose gravel. Poor Hazel didnt slow down enough and wiped out on the loose stones. She was quite a sight. The funny part of the story is that even though she was tangled up in her bike and covered in blood and dirt, the only word that she muttered as she hit the ground was "ouch". She didnt cry, didnt yell and didnt even scream. It was one of those situations where it was extremely funny but you felt bad about it at the same time. |
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I have so many other fond memories of her, however it would take quite a long time to recollect them all. |
After reading this, you might be wondering, "why did this person share this with everyone?" My answer is simple. Millions of people have brothers and sisters across the world. Not all of them are as close as they may want to be. All i ask is that if you have a brother or sister, Cherish that everyday. You never know how much time you will have left with them.