My sister used to sing “Desperado” by the Eagles every time she was drunk. I happened to see this phenomenon enough times in my life that the song makes me think of her. Tuesday afternoon I was on my way to mom’s house when that song came on the radio. The grief of her being gone hit me like a ton, then it slowly transformed into happy memories of her singing that song, usually with a wine glass in her hand. Yesterday I was telling my other sister that I had heard “Desperado” on the radio and she smiled and said, “Shell’s drunk song!” Yeah, I miss my sister, but sure am thankful for all of the happy memories.