When my brother Jeff was dying of stomach cancer we started to talk about Tina. I was at his bedside at the hospital. He had never spoke of her before. He Says "we were lucky to have had her as long as we did ya know". He continues with the story of When we were born and How she was blue and the nurse said she was died but the doctor told her "I hadn't lost a baby yet"  He kept up CPR until she turned pink and started to cry. funny how he didn't give up on her but, many people did at the end of her life (including me) Jeff continues with the story he tells it as though i had never been there or heard it before. we must have been around 7 yrs old and Jeff was almost a teenager we all decide to get out into the snow and walk to the pond we would grab on to the vines that hung from the old trees that leaned over the pond and project ourselves over the ice at full speed. when Tina let go she felt the ice give way and she disappeared under the ice...again someone was there to save her. Jeff had jumped in pulled her out cow poo and all! we would often reminisce and laugh about that time "Tina fell into the pond and cried all the way home covered in cow poo". That was the last conversation i had with my brother. he new he was dying i told him to please if he seen Tina on the other side to tell her "Hi",from me.