Madison Catherine Angus was my big sister. She may not have looked like it, but she was. Out of all of my sisters I was the luckiest. I got the longest time with her, I had 16 years with Madison. 16 amazing, happy, and unforgettable years. There are so many little things that I’ll miss about my big sister.  Her smile, her laugh and snorting, our Snapchat stories of our jam sessions on the way to and from school every day, when she would try to resist my hugs but I was to strong so she would just give in, and the way she would tilt her head when she was happy. The relationship I had with my big sister was loving and caring, but above all it was a funny one.  Whenever Madison did something wrong she would text me and say “Sheila, come into my room.” Which I almost always responded with “Why don’t you come into mine.” She would eventually run into my room and jump onto my bed. I’d know right away if it was bad or not because she would say, “This goes in the sister vault.” We shared so much with each other, probably a little more than usual, but that was Madison. She knew all my buttons, good and bad. She knew which ones to push when I was sad or down. I couldn’t help but laugh at anything she said because it was all so brutally honest that there was nothing else you could do. You could tell her anything and she wouldn’t judge you, she would just make you laugh. Madison Catherine Angus wasn’t just my sister. She was Cats and Megs big sister, too. I know that I can never replace her for them or take away their pain, but I promise that I will do the best possible job for these girls and be the best daughter for my parents, and be the best friend to all of you. I will make Madison proud. We all lost this precious girl way too early, and we are all going to get through this together. We love you Madison Catherine Angus. I know you love me, but know that I will always love you more.