Jackie was my hero. She was the type of woman who always exhuded high spiritual energy. I loved being in her presence; she was quiet like a mouse, but her aura spread so wide and when we hugged, I always took in a deep breath because it seemed to soothe and give me comfort. Her smile was a simple one. but true to the core, no pretense-none whats-so-ever. I miss her each day, and when I hear her name spoken, I am rushed back to those days when I lived in her sphere. Jackie, my precious sister is dead many years now, but I can still smell her invigorating scent; hear her sweet voice talking to me, and feel her presence everywhere I am. My hero now is my son. He is special.

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