In memory of my twin sister

Debbie was and always will be a free spirit. In the past she rarely could find an outlet. Here’s hoping she has finally found one. According to her own assessment she was also a very old spirit. Old in that she had been around the block a few times on a plane from which few of us ever operate. She channeled in such a way that made you want to come along for the ride, but all you could do was remain behind and watch and pray that she return in one piece. While the rest of us shuffled around in circles, she was riding bareback on a wild appaloosa, wind in her face and oblivious to the perils that lay in her wake. Toward the end she just needed someone to be there for her. Not uncommon for someone who had become so fragile. Not uncommon for anyone.


Even when Debbie became so pale and weak, you could sense a multitude of things churning around in her like a horse that had been separated from its master. Some might say she did this to herself. And maybe in the final analysis that’s true, but she didn’t deserve it. She just wanted something back. Something to hold onto. I don’t think she ever found it. Again not unique. Here’s hoping she has found that Something now.

I am very thankful each time I catch a deep breath or wake up with a clear head. Some folks can’t ever seem to make that claim. To them I say, keep working on it.

Debbie and I spoke to each other everyday without exception, until her last two days. I never called her back. Our uncle had just died; he was our last remaining kin in the states. I was starting a regiment of Chantix and four hours of sleep a night. I guess I’ll never know what happened those last two days. I can only pray and give thanks that she has finally found peace.

To her daughter Natalie and family and friends, I know it’s hard, but I am asking you all to be happy for her. She suffered a lot of setbacks and trauma over the years.

I’ll end with a condensed version of the story of Molly, a horse about whom Debbie told . In short, the horse was abandoned in Hurricane Katrina, was rescued and sent to a farm after weeks of roaming lost. She nearly died from a pit bull attack and had to have one leg amputated. “She's tough as nails, but sweet, and she was willing to cope with pain. She made it obvious she understood that she was in trouble.” Said the surgeon who rescued her. A human prosthesis designer built Molly a leg. Most important of all, Molly has a job now. Kay, the rescue farm owner, started taking Molly to shelters, hospitals, nursing homes, and rehabilitation centers. Anywhere she thought that people needed hope. Wherever Molly went, she showed people her pluck. She inspired people, and she had a good time doing it.” It’s obvious to me that Molly had a bigger role to play in life,” Moore said. “She survived the hurricane, she survived a horrible injury, and now she is giving hope to others.”
The bottom of her new leg has a happy face embossed on it. Everywhere she goes she leaves the imprint. Debbie left smiles everywhere she went and I hope the rain doesn’t wash them away either.

Thank you all for your love and support and God bless you.