double click sugarSugar Joan Elliott Hohman Junior
March 4, 1998- February 22, 2007 10:15pm PEBT
Eighth born of a litter of eight. The runt of the litter, she luxuriated in being worshipped, pampered, and slavishly adored by her brother Bongo, the first born. Equally put on a pedestal by her two hopelessly smitten Dads and her niece Lanaynez. Far too briefly the enchanted of Rickey Cugat. Newly fondly felt for by Roccheaux Raoul. Loved boundlessly by her Grandma and her Nana. Sugar and Bongo came to live with me on my fortieth birthday when they were seven weeks old. Until his passing a year ago they never spent a moment apart, ever. She lived her life to its fullest by bossing everyone around and knowing exactly what that was on top of the counter or in your purse. Perhaps a little nearsighted or maybe she really was just ignoring you. Ate an entire red velvet cake with chocolate frosting and the enormous glass platter it was on when she was five (possible cause of congestive heart failure, complications from which she passed). Mentioned that the cake and the platter were delicious, thank you very much. Incredibly interested in what your napkin tasted like. And where the best place to nap at which time of day. Which Papa to sleep next to for the first part of the evening. Average kisser (sorry, somebody has to be). Except for a couple of times when she was young she never spent a night away from her Papas nor her brother or niece. We are all very sad (except for Bongo who I believe is exultant, he has fifteen months of eyeboogers to clean up). If there is a heaven, seriously, the first person I see better be Bongo but Sugar Joan better be right there with him. Bongo, make this effortless for your sister. Or she will kick your ass if you don't so you might as well. Safe passage my first daughter, my angel. I will love and honor you forever and cannot wait to be reunited with you.
There never was a baby like my baby
No other baby ever had that smile
And since she’s gone I just can’t be a crybaby
My baby made life worthwhile
There never was another doll or guy, baby
Who looked exactly like my valentine
She was specially designed for me
And if you should want her double
Brother, are you in trouble
Never, no never, a baby like mine
Sugar, my dearest darling angel, I was lying about the kissing, how do you think you originally got your name?
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