I am Terrill's brother. As one of her two siblings, I have memories of her that go back nearly 70 years, I remember when I was four years old, taking turns sitting in a large washtub full of cool water, in front of our apartment. I remember going to the hospital with Dad and Terrill to see our new baby sister for the first time. I remember her playing jacks, hopscotch, and jumping rope with her young girl friends. I remember her with her new purple hula hoop, which was the first one that I ever saw. I remember riding in the car with Dad and Terrill, while taking her first boyfriend home. He lived in the country on Blueberry Hill. Most of the way home Dad sang, "I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill, I found my thrill when I found you". Even Terrill thought it was funny. I remember her frantically calling our parents, who were visiting friends, while Kay and I held up the Christmas tree which had fallen over. I remember playing table hockey with her and that she always won. I remember riding rides at Roseland Park, roller skating at the church school, and rowing in Grandpa's row boat, while wearing huge orange life vests. I remember playing Elvis records until I couldn't stand it. I remember her teaching me the box step before my first dance, and later the twist. I remember her teaching me to dive at a motel swimming pool in Virginia. I remember her 16th birthday party, her high school graduation, and her wedding. I remember how proud she was when she bought her first car, which unfortunately turned out to be a lemon. I remember countless holidays together. I could go on and on. She was my big sister. We grew up together in the same household, and shared many memories. When we became adults, sometime large distances separated us, but we stayed in touch over those distances and those years. I choose to remember the happy times, which were many.