Holly Lane Copass

Holly became my daughter at the age of fourteen. Although I missed a great portion of her life our father - daughter relationship more than made up for the absent time. I love her as though she had always been born to me. Holly was a strong Type B personality. She could be moved from anger to love to compassion and find herself totally disinterested within the same conversation. She made me laugh as hard as I ever have and forced me to cry more than I care to admit. She loved her son, her sister, her mother, her cousins and even found love for me. She feared no one and was always willing to help anyone. An animal lover that tried to save anyone and anything found in distress. Holly fought the wind! Where other people would have long since given up and turned their back on the world, she pushed up her chin and challenged the legions. Holly was strong in heart and spirit. No one can fault her for needing a rest. Holly changed her space. She was vivacious and was never without a flock of guys hoping to catch her eye. It was a challenge just to keep the suitors away from our doorstep when she was yet a teenager. She laughed then off, led them on and was always able to control their nature, bending them to her will. She was The Scarlet O'Hara of the twenty first century. Everything that makes life worth living in a five foot frame along with everything that makes you wonder what chance humanity has left. Everything that frustrates you blended with everything that spills tears of joy. Holly was life to us!