How do I share just one memory of my sister.... there were sooo many. Brenda loved soo deeply and only wanted love in return. She was very eccentric and proud of being just herself. As long as I can remember, Brenda wrote poetry and most of it talked about deep love
or the view of heaven as if she’d actually been there and who knows, maybe she had been there. She loved to sing and worship with others and was always helping someone, especially those less fortunate than her..... it was as if she was on a mission to reach and teach others about God and compassion and she did just that. I love you BrendaLea and I know you’re resting pain free, judgement free, and surrounded by all the love you deserve.
I’ll be looking for you, my biggest cheerleader, when it’s time for me to go home ♥️😢