Kimberly was the youngest grandchild, came a few years after me. Every sunday the family would get together at my grandmothers, and Kim and I "claimed" gran's bedroom, with the big bouncy bed. Kim'd go to the head of the bed, run to me, standing at the end of it, and 'd jump into my arms. I'd then whirl her around the room, and throw her back on the bed. She'd bounce for a bit, then crawl back up and run to me again, jumping up into my arms. I must've done that whirl a zillion times on those sundays, she'd do it till my arms felt like falling off.. On her 6th birthday, Kim got a pj, toys, a new bicycle with wheels on the side... The kid's party was going on, all her friends from school were there, eating candy and cake, having a great time. Playing in the backyard and out on the pavement, Kim riding around on her bike. She fell off but she didn't start crying. When she stayed down, one of her friends went inside to my aunt, Kim's mom, to say she wasn't getting back on. My aunt thought she was just trying to get attention, but after a few more minutes another child came in saying Kim still hadn't gotten up. Now Jeannie (my aunt) got worried, and went outside. Kim wasn't breathing anymore, and eventhough Jeannie had taken a first aid course, the CPR didn't seem to be working. Kim died that day, surrounded by her friends and family. What happened puzzled the doctor who did the autopsy. Apparently she'd fainted and thrown up at the same time, suffocating on her stomach's contents. Something that is -sadly- rather common for substance abusers, but he'd never seen it happening to a child who, other than false croup every now and then, was perfectly healthy. Kim's been gone for a few years now. Soon after she passed away my aunt became pregnant again, which was close to a miracle: it had been hard getting pregnant the first time, it took them years. Danielle was born, now the spitting image of her sister. Later on another sister came into the world, Manon, who's just learning how to walk. One of the first things they were taught was that they have an angel-sister who watches over them... Kim hasn't been forgotten by her family, none of us could forget her. Kim was particularly vibrant and full of life. She loved horses and her dog Speedy, the birds in their garden too. For a girl that small, she emanated love and life. Kim, we won't ever forget you. Your "gekke José"