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She was the baby sister of the family. She was kind, caring, gullible, hilarious, and beautiful. She loved her babies so much. She would literally give you the shirt off her back.
There's so many. When we'd harass our Mom. Harass each other. She was so gullible. One time she asked how she would know that the noodles for macaroni were done. We told her to smell them, she did and asked "what do they smell like?".. all the cookouts. Camping when we were kids. Sneaking food out of the kitchen during holidays. Her teaching her kids to call me Aunt Tuna- in public. The way she loved all of her nieces and nephews. Her protectiveness of our family. The fun rivalry.
Her humor. Her smile. Her brattiness. Her voice. Her love. The way she'd say "Hey, what're you doin?". The chance to see her break those damn chains and get better. The chance to see her be the great Mommy we knew she was. Every single thing about her.
As someone who cared more about others than she did about herself. That she was brave. That she had a beautiful soul. That she loved her kids with all of her heart. That her addiction didn't define the woman she actually was.