For those who know me well, or have known me long, know that I was once in love with another man. Yes, it is true. But we aren't here to talk about him. I was blessed enough to love another through him. His beautiful sister Ginger. I remember the fist time Ginger invited us over to her house. I couldn't of been more then 17. I was slightly intimidated knowing that this was the guy I was datings sister, and those are always hard to please (good thing Sterling doesn't have any :P). I had met Ginger plenty of times before, but I know that Derek had a special place for her. She was different. I quickly understood why. Within seconds of walking into Ginger's home, I felt welcome. And after minutes of sitting down with her and having a conversation, I felt as if I had known her forever. Derek and I spent most Friday evenings with Ginger and her family and soon just Ginger and I would be out getting pedicures, taking her kids to the beach, watching the Bachelor and American Idol and some days, just hanging out. I quickly learned to love Ginger, as I would my very own sister. Wherever we would go, she would correct strangers if they ever called me Ginger's friend. She would always say "oh, this is my sister."
Once Derek and I were no longer dating, I was sure I would lose Ginger as my sister. I personally know what it is like to be 'the sister'. When my brothers stop dating a girl, we rarely see or speak to them after. It isn't necessarily by choice, but our of respect for the loss of love. Well, Ginger wouldn't let that happen. We still went to the beach, lazed around and watched silly tv shows, got pedicures, and spent valuable 'sister' time together.
After being diagnosed with Endometriosis, Ginger was there for me every step of the way. After every surgery I had, Ginger was always one of the first calls I received once coming home from the hospital. She got me through the hardest parts of it all.
One day, I remember receiving a text from Ginge asking if I wanted to get a pedicure 'next week'. I clearly remember this being a Tuesday. I quickly agreed and looked forward to our little date.
That weekend, I drove up with Sterling to visit my Mom in Arrowhead.
Sunday morning I awoke to a phone call from Derek. I thought it strange that Derek would call me at 7:00 in the morning, so I answered inquisitively.
Derek informed me, through slightly monotone, tear filled words that our dear beloved Ginger had passed away that morning. The cause was still unknown, all he told me was that she simply stopped breathing in her sleep.
I couldn't speak. I don't remember saying anything back to him but ' oh Derek' and 'thank you for calling me.'
I slowly entered the room where Sterling was sleeping. I told him what had happened and he just sort of stood there, shocked as I was.
As I went into my Mother's room to give her the news, I lost every bit of 'shock' and hysterically broke down. My Mother cried along with me.
Everyone who knew Ginger was blessed to have had such a special person in their lives.
As time has gone by, and the initial blow of losing a loved one fades, I have wished I could still share my life with her. I wish I could have called her to tell her I was pregnant, get pregnancy advise from her, and now, motherly advise. I am comforted to know that she was too perfect for this world, and was peacefully taken to live with my Heavenly Father. Her time on this earth was brief, a mere 31 years, but she impacted many lives, especially mine.
She was an amazing mother to her 4 children, wife and friend. She never judged or had a bad thing to say about anyone. I am not even exaggerating. She was perfect, and I love her.
She passed away 3 years ago just last week.

Ginger gave me this apron the night before I left for Culinary school. We went to Golden Spoon and spent so much time talking in the car that we killed her battery hehehe. It is one of my fondest memories with her. Unfortunately, since my old computer crashed, I lost the pictures I had together with Ginger.
Every day she shows me an example of how I should be. Her testimony of the gospel has always been such an example, one worth following. I can't wait, dear Ginger, until we will meet again one day. God be with you till we meet again.









