I had the pleasure of getting to travel with Maggie for Christmas vacation over the course of 15 years. Some years she came, and some years she didn't. The years she didn't come, her absence was felt.... and my favorite vacations were always when she was there. She would always stroll down to the pool in her Burberry bikini that fit her over the course of ten years (envy that!) with her large BEATS headphones, singing in her own world.

Maggie's knowledge of music was unlike anything I've ever seen. A song would come on at dinner, and Maggie would quickly state "Elvis Presley", "It's Midnight" 1974 on the album Promised Land. I was always amazed at how quick she was and sometimes questioned if she sat there and studied this for a living.

Every vacation she would have a crazy plan in her head and Juliana and I would follow like little kids in a candy store. She convinced us to go family banana boating, rent a boat where everyone proceeded to get sea-sick. and head to a beach bar a mile away just to watch a sports game with a beer. We would order room service about an hour before dinner, because that was Maggie's thing and once in a while, Maggie would knock on our door to come hang in our bed.. sometimes Juliana and I looked at each other questioned WHY is she here? But I know why Maggie was there... she had a soft side and loved her sister more than anything...and although Maggie was older, there was something she truly looked up to in Juliana.

I remember being 15 in St. Maarten and telling Maggie "this was the bluest water I had ever seen" Maggie quickly replied, "No, It's not the bluest water you've ever seen". Maybe she meant there was always something bigger, better and more profound out there or maybe in her Maggie way she meant, "no I know an ocean that's bluer than this" Since that day, I have always thought of Maggie when I see a clear blue ocean- and now I always will. Love you Mag!