Kristine Harber

(1959 - 1993)

    My Dear Sister Kris...For all that you were to me... the bitter with the sweet...you were always loved.  Even when I lacked the knowledge or strength to show you that love in the ways that you needed it to be shown, not a moment of your life on this earth were you NOT loved by me...how I wish that you could have really known that.  And, even more, that it would have made a difference...I know there was always the deeper knowledge of that unspoken love we had for each other, but in the end it didn’t really matter, did it?  You never called when you reached the end of your rope, like I had begged you to do.  And though you ended it with a gun, I know that heroin played the biggest part of the ending of your life... The words to Sarah McLachlan’s song, Angel say it best for me: ”...there’s always one reason to feel not good enough and it’s hard at the end of the day, I need some distraction, oh beautiful release, memory seeps from my veins, let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight, in the arms of the angel, fly away from here...” You are in the arms of your angel now...how I wish you could have found that peace on earth...You will forever be missed and loved...by me.  Love, Kathie