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My sweet sister, who my daughter Kristen Marie Beaman was named for, died in a tragic accident on January 4. She lived with me while my daughter Allison was small and had a baby that was given up for adoption. I conceived Kristen as to not be tempted to want to keep the little girl that she was willing to selflessly give up. She was a kind and gentle soul and how I loved her joyful spirit. Her laughter and love of life was contagious and I feel sad that I didn't take the time to get together with her more. She spent Thanksgiving here at my home with my family and my dad, Pauline, Ivy, Julie Brown Morra and her family. My last memory of her is me hugging her and looking into her beautiful blue eyes as we both cried and spoke our last I love you. I went to the memorial up in Maine and I think it was probably one of the saddest days of my life. I also attended the memorial in Massachusetts that my sister Kathy arranged and that was beautiful. It is amazing how many people loved her. You never think that someone so near and dear to your own heart is going to be gone in the wink of an eye. Everything I look at seems to remind me of her. We both shared a love of the beauty in nature,flowers, the ocean, babies, cooking good food, and loving our families. God knows how much she will be missed. This experience makes me realize how I need to take time out of my life to see more of the people that mean so much to me. Life is short and you can't go back and redo it. I need my family. It means everything to me.