"Naggie"

Remembering Justin puts me in mind of Maggie. She was the youngest of my three. Justin, the oldest and Brandon in the middle. 
She was a delightful little girl. She had a take charge attitude right from the beginning. Her brothers lovingly dubbed her "Naggie." She tried keeping them in line, as much as a 3 year old can. She got tired of Justin taking off his tops and dropping them on the floor. 
She put her hands on her hips and in her most authoritative voice said, "Juttin, pick up yoah shoaht and put it in da yaundry." Her brothers laughed it off so in a huff she picked up his shirt and put it in the hamper. Task completed for the little mother hen. 
I've never figured this one out but she would hold onto the salt shaker at dinner time. We would have to go through her if we wanted salt but it had to be promptly returned to her to hold in her little chubby hand. It was probably her way of cheerfully asserting herself. 
When she got older she's the one who reminded the boys of important dates like Mother's Day and Father's Day. Without her those days would not have gone so well. She was very thoughtful and made sure they were too. 
She would have made an excellent nurse, lovingly nagging her patients back to health. I miss her gentle, consistent reminders. 
My living son, Brandon, said it best, "She was an angel."
I couldn't agree more.