My Big Sister Dixie

Today marks the ten year mark of when my sister passed away. This time of year, and her birthday, always makes me reflect on the memories I have of her. It is crazy to think of everything that has happened since she has died. I strive so hard to remember all the good things and happy times we had together. She is my oldest sister, the sister I always looke up to and want to be like. When we were younger, we did not get along very well. I was a nuisance to her, and all I wanted was to be with her.
Some of my memories of Dixie:

When mom left Dixie to babysit us I always got locked out of the house some how. She would tease me by unlocking the opposite door I was at and tell me that the front or back door was unlocked. As I ran around the house she would lock the door I was running to and unlock the one I had just left.
Everyone who ever met her, loved her. She was considered the pretty and nice one.
She was always so happy about life.
Dixie was the worst house keeper. But her daughters, Emily and Amber, knew just about every primary song, and new without a doubt that their mother loved them. She was constantly playing with them.
When we were little, she showed me all of mom's canning she had done at the end of the summer and told me that the relish and other funny looking stuff were potions. Come to find out, mom was a witch and if I wasn't good, mom would poison me with her potions.
I loved jumping on the trampoling as a kid. My sister would bring out colored water and tell me taht if I didn't get of the trampoline so she could jump, she would drink the poison and die. I always got off pretty fast.
Dixie taught me how to do a banana flip off the top of the monkey bars. It was simply climbing on top of the bars, laying on our tummies and flipping over. I broke my arm by letting go too soon, but felt very grown up she had taken the time to show me.
One memory I will never forget is when she had pulled me aside night that I was having a really hard time. She told me that I was a beautiful young woman who deserved a man who treated me with respect and love. And that I should never settle for less. She was the peace maker between all of us siblings. She was the glue that kept us all together. Through thick and thin she helped us understand each other.

Dixie is a wonderful older sister. We all remember her in different ways, and her different attributes. As you listen to all my siblings, we will discover a perfect, loving, caring person. I am so greatful for the gospel of Jesus Christ. I am greatful that I know that I will see her, hug her, and kiss her again some day. Our Saviour has made it possible for all us to see our loved ones who have passed away again.