Today, February 22nd 2010, my sweet little sister Breanne Nicole Wilde would have been 20 years old. She died a little over 15 years ago in an automobile accident just shy of her fifth birthday. So, although it pains me to try to think of what she would be like today (because in my mind and everyone that knew her, she will forever be 4 and a half), I still think it is a momentous occasion that should be celebrated.
Here is a little of how I remember my sweet sister:
There really was not more than 10 minutes that could go by in a day that you didn't hear her sweet laughter (this is one of the many reasons that Emarie reminds me of her)!
She and I were the best of friends and spent almost every moment together, going anywhere our imagination took us. Whenever I have a hard day, I still talk to her as though she were here, and I know she hears me.
She was beautiful in every sense of the word. From her gorgeous auburn hair (that made everyone jealous), big brown eyes and cute baby fat that completed her, to her infectious bubbly personality and endless affection.
Anyone who met her, instantly fell in love with her vibrant personality (another quality that Emarie shares).
She made friends with everyone she met, including animals.
There was never a dull moment with Breanne!
She loved so intensely and with all her might (those that knew her know what I'm talking about), for those that don't know what this means, it meant, hugging everyone and everything with her teeth clenched. Pinching those she loved on the extra skin of their elbows (because she knew this didn't hurt) while exclaiming, "Mushy, mushy, mushy!"
She was wary with things, yet very daring!
She was always happy, and the seldom times she was not, was when she was away from those she loved (yet another quality she and Emarie share).
There is not a day that goes by (I'm sure) that someone out there does not think of her in someway, because that is the explosive impact she had. I know there's seldom a day that goes by that I don't think of her, and that will always be true.
I know I made a lot of connections with her to Emarie. But, I full-heartily believe that they were great friends before Emarie joined us on Earth. Emarie has a sense of recognition on her face when she sees photo's or videos of Breanne. And I know there are many more connections than even we can imagine than just their names and the fact that they are related, seeing as Emarie is a lot more connected to the veil than most.
So, in closing, I just want to relay how much I miss this little girl! How much everyone that knew her misses and loves her, and will never stop!
So, I would like to share the videos that Steve and I put together over Mother's Day last year. Just know, they are not perfect. They both have holes, because we are still missing a lot of video and pictures because of all the tragedies that have befallen on our family. And, I know the music in the video slideshow is cheesy. But, it's fitting in more ways than one. One is obvious, for what the song is, the other is that Mariah Carey was Breanne's favorite singer. And, also, remember that this is the early 90's, so nevermind the bad clothes and hair!
Enjoy this little piece of Breanne, aka: Baby B, Bre, Chickster, etc.
Yes, that big guy towards the end is Mark Eaton, of the Utah Jazz!
Beware of the full moon in this one!



