............HAPPY FOURTY-SEVENTH BIRTHDAY TRACY............ Tracy Leigh Harmon October 26 1960 - November 15 2000 ............And That's When I Miss You............ Sometimes there is a song in my head and I can’t think of the name of it and you’re not here to call .......and that’s when I miss you. I hear a funny joke and automatically think of sharing it with you I hear Phil Collins singing his song, In The Air Tonight, and remember you and I singing it with him at the top of our lungs, riding in my truck .......and that’s when I miss you. Mandy calls just to say Hi and she mentions your name .......and that’s when I miss you. Christmas was one of your favorite times of the year and when it rolls around .......that’s when I miss you. My heart feels heavy at times and I need a shoulder to cry on .......and that’s when I miss you. I make your famous corn casserole that everyone loves .......and that’s when I miss you. I sit outside in the moonlight and smoke a cigarette like I used to do with you .......and that’s when I miss you. I take a breath and exhale, thousands of times a day .......and that’s when I miss you. The sun on my skin makes me think of you and your love of sunshine .......and that’s when I miss you. The dawning of a new day reminds me that you are no longer here .......and that’s when I miss you. When I lay down at night and close my eyes, you are my last thought of the day .......and that’s when I miss you most. I’m missing you as much today as I did the day you left this old world. Happy 47th Birthday, My Sweet Sister. You are forever in my thoughts, in my heart and on my mind. I love you so very much and will one day give you a big ol’ sister hug again. Sonya K. Ashe October 22, 2007