I named her when I was 6 and she was just born, because my mother didn’t like being called “LARGE Allie.” Nikki of course was beautiful, blue-eyed and “petite Allie.”
After surviving polio and Rocky Mountain Spotted fever as a child, stomach cancer got her at age 40. I was not a caring big sister, so at least I try to make up for it a little by remembering her on her birthday. She had a great sense of humor. She graced the planet from April 11, 1942 – April 13, 1983. Her husband Bob died February 28, 2021.
Dear little sister, I miss you.