One of my warmest memories of Missy is of the year that
we were at Schneider School in Columbia, South Carolina. She was in the first grade, and I was in the
sixth grade, and after her class let out, she'd come upstairs to talk to the
big kids in sixth grade. I don't
remember exactly how this started, but I think she thought that if her sister
were in the building, of course she should come in and say hello. She always assumed that because she was so
welcoming, she would be welcomed, and she was.
We had a teacher that year who seemed to understand that part of
education is feeling connected to other people, and the teacher liked Missy as
much as the kids did. So she'd let Missy
come in and show us her drawings and give us the scoop on what was happening in
first grade. Missy became everybody's
little sister that year, and we always looked forward to her visits. Years later my friends from that sixth grade
class attended a different high school, so I'd see them only occasionally. But when we met, they'd always ask me how I
was doing, and then they'd ask, "And how's Missy?" After all, she was their sister, too!
This memory of Missy represents some of the qualities
that I loved so much in her. She was
very friendly and very warm. She loved
her family, and she was always welcoming more people into her family. None of us will ever forget the special
brightness she brought into our lives.