My sister Alice died yesterday afternoon. She was 59. Funny memories I have of her. When we were young all three of us girls slept in the same room. Alice was always cold and she used to sleep in a handmedown muskrat coat that my aunt gave her. She looked like a little bear in the morning. She drank chocolate milk for breakfast and sat on the davenport (couch) rocking herself back and forth sloshing the chocolate milk in her stomach. I was the oldest so I defended her when the other kids ganged up on her. "Leave poor little Alice alone." Well now she is free and will be in a much warmer and safer place. I will mourn her but she is at peace.