Everything ground to a shuddering halt the day she left us. Normal pursuits and everyday activities seemed pointless, trivial, almost insensitive in the wake of her passing. Why her? Why now? It’s too soon.

But the quality of one’s life isn’t determined by its length, but by the depth of the effect it leaves with those left behind, and everyone who knew her, felt her effect very deeply.

She was a remarkable woman, my biggest fan. Encouraging and loving, often exasperating at times. She could chew your ear off with a two hour debate about the pros and cons of any given subject, and winning an argument with her was just sheer luck at catching her on an off day! But what a woman! What a sister! She had not a bad bone in her body. Just, it would appear, bad luck. Losing her at such a young age is devastating. I miss her. I’ve never known a life without her.

In my younger years I was a horsewoman, not a great one as it turned out as my horse would often plant her feet and make me jump the fence on my own, while she sauntered off to munch grass! But Tracy would always say “you gotta get back on the ‘orse.” She was, and always will be a driving force to keep going, no matter what life chucks at you, and my reason to live life to the fullest.

So, in honour of my darling sister, Tracy, and before I get back on my horse, I just needed to pay tribute to the woman I’ve known all my life. The woman I’ve admired, loved, and miss mahoosively.

No comments or likes are necessary, I just needed to do this for me.