Olivia was a smart, sassy, spunky girl who was never afraid to speak her mind.  She had to be as she was sandwiched between her older brother Marc and her younger brother Luke. When she was three years old she had no problem yelling at a much older girl for taking her flowers and she was always sure to put her brothers in line when needed. She loved helping others, whether it be babysitting or lending a helping hand to anyone in need.  Her ability to take care of others didn’t go unnoticed as was evidenced by her art teacher asking her to help an autistic boy in her class which she gladly did, of course.  She loved it so much that being a special ed teacher was on her radar when it came to choosing a career. The young Olivia was in love with princesses, ballet and the color pink.  As she grew she shed her girly persona and developed a love for basketball, rugby, and kickboxing and she excelled in all. Olivia especially loved playing Christmas music in October, roller coasters, and she was forever creating a new piece of art.  She was so creative and we treasure every piece of artwork she left behind.  The loss of Olivia is a tough one to handle.  She left a hole in the hearts of those that love her and our lives will never be the same.  We continue to move forward however, trying to make sense of her loss by helping others and ensuring her loss is not in vain.