Happy birthday, Evie!
You've been gone two years and ten days now. I've missed you every single minute. I read some of our old letters today. The ones so long that we made up commercial breaks and drew cartoons in. I miss you telling me about swim meets and what the kids were being funny about and dinner parties and begging me to go on The Amazing Race.
Evelyn always had a death wish for me. At least that's what I always joked to her. She took me skiing - I ran into the lodge. She took me to the beach - I was in the water with a shark inches from me. She drove me home from a mountain trip - we nearly froze to death because the heater in Dennis, her car, went out. It was always something. Mostly due to my clumsiness. A trait she found comical. I was the center of some of her best stories.
Evelyn's life was an adventure. She always found the most wonderful things for her family to do.
And my one regret in life is that I did not go on that adventure to The Amazing Race with you. I probably would have broken my leg, but we would have had a hilarious story out of it.
Love you, sweet mischievous spirit,
Angela
Evelyn at sixteen, stopping by my house before heading off to work at Roy Rogers. Heeee.
