My Dearest Mary Catherine, my oldest sister. The Ring Leader, The Big Giant Head, The Teapot Collector, The Daisy Lover. Thank you for the day at the Santa Claus Parade, the Saucy Walker Doll, flying across the continent for my wedding to my wonderful husband, Blair, and all the laughs, all the tears, and all the other important and silly memories since. You've left a big hole in the family lineup. You are already missed. Mary called me her "baby sister". I hated it. I would say "I'm almost 65 years old, I'm nobody's 'baby sister'". I wish I could hear her say it just once more. Rest well, sister dear. With love, Maureen Bryson