ABSTRACT
My beloved sister Donna S. Brown was a gentle, loving, caring soul. She was my trusted confidant, my witness, my cheerleader, and my best friend. She died September 6, 2002, at age 49. Donna was born three and a half years after me. We were giddy and vulnerable with each other. At only 6 years old I nostalgically remember walking down the street, holding her hand, thinking about how lucky I was to have her as my very own precious sister. A glance into her sparkling onyx-colored eyes affirmed my joy. Donna was always loyal and true. As we matured our commitment and sense of knowing one another deepened.
