Angelversary - It's been one year

This is my sister. Her name is Naeemah Sheryl Smith. She lived a tough life growing up with our mom while I was adopted, but she turned her life around. She got herself an apartment and started working with computers and photography. Those are things that made her happy. She took wonderful pictures and I wish I had some to share.

Naeemah was born in Seattle, WA on May 19, 1979. She was born to John and Denise Smith. She grew up in the Greenlake neighborhood close to her grandma who she visited all the time. She enjoyed being involved with friends and family. In the 5th grade she joined a local drill team. She enjoyed it and went on all the competitions that they had.

She got to go to Disneyland with the members of the drill team, but I think she enjoyed Disneyland more when she got to go with her Aunt and me. She tried to talk me into going on all the scary rides and when I finally gave in to go on the Alice and Wonderland roller coaster she let me hide my eyes and she had her arms around me.

When I was in the 4th grade she ended up going to another school. I missed not having her there and I begged my mom to let me change schools. In the 5th grade I transferred to her school so that we could be together.

When I was 15 and she was 17 I went to go visit my soon to be adopted family. I was suppose to stay 2 weeks. But I started to have a panic attack. My sister hopped on a bus for 24 hours to come and get me. When she got there we stayed another 2 week. We had a great time spending it with my adopted family. I think for her it was like having 2 weeks in a real family. We left and rode the bus back to Seattle for the next 24 hours.

We got older and I was finally taken away from my mom, but my sister was aged out. She could not come with me and I was moved 1000 miles away. I enjoyed my new family and I love them, but I missed my sister so much. Even in her toughest time in her life she managed to call me every year on my birthday, Christmas, when I graduated high school and just any other time she had the chance to call.

When she started to get her life back on track she was introduced to Dasa. He cute little dog. Dasa is a service dog who helps owners that pass out and who have panic attacks. She helped my sister move on and get things going in her life. She was always there for my sister. She missed her when she left and got all excited whenn she came back. That was something my sister really needed since all her life she did not have a family that did that. I wish now that she would come over and I would show her how excited I am to see her.

Here is a picture of us on the day we left for Seattle after visiting my adopted family. We even bought matching shoes while we were there and we were dressed in the same type of cloths just opposite colors.

I started to see her more ofter right before her death. I started to hang out with her and help her with things. I feel bad at times I was mean with her, but it was because of the stress in my life and not her. I never use to tell my real family that I love them cause I could not let go of the past. I started to tell her just right before she died. I really hope that she knew I meant it.

She was a great person with a great heart and I want all the world to know that because no matter what the news says she was not the person she was before. Her life was cut short by a selfish person and now my life seems so long to my natural death, but I know that when that time comes she will be there waiting for me and be there for me so that I am not scared.

She was a beautiful and thoughtful person. She would have gone out of her way to help you. I am sorry that most of you never got to meet her, but now you know of her.

She was a daughter, a sister, a cousin and a friend. We miss her.

Naeemah Sheryl Smith - May 19, 1979 - Nov 8, 2007