In Loving Memory of

Natasha Miller

Tasha was my cousin, and my best friend. We were born 2 weeks apart in 1990, her on June 29th, and me on July 13th. We've been as close as sisters since, and we considered eachother just that. The wreck happened on the 7th of August, 2007. My world came crashing down around me. She was a bright, cheerful, and beautiful person. She always had a smile on her face, and always made the best out of any situation. Some nights, we knew we needed a good cry, so we'd lay in bed, play sad songs, and cry together for no reason at all, just to get it out. She was the most fun and caring person you could ever meet. Even if she didn't like you, she wouldn't treat you bad, unless you did to her. She loved Tinkerbell, and writing. She wrote in journal's and on pretty papers all the time. She loved looking at herself in anything she could get a reflection from. She knew she was gorgeous from the day she was born. She loved music of all kinds, and she hated scary movies. She loved to swim, and adored kids. She had tons of patience, and she was proud of her butt. She made my day everytime i spoke to her, thought of her, or spent time with her, which was every day! I just miss her so much, and she really deserved so much more.....

Tristan.