Happy birthday. Today you should be 44 years old. You should be here. It won't be long before January marks 5 years we have been without you. Life isn't fair. Sigh.
I think of you often. We are sisters and that bond lasts forever. I still smile when I think of my little tomboy sister that took forever to do her make-up, hair and get dressed. Maybe that is why I asked for buttons from your clothing. Something tangible.
I wish this old photo wasn't so faded. It is one of my favorites of us. This was the time when Mama and Daddy were getting divorced and we were getting lost in the custody battle. We had each other.
I hate that I have to visit you at the cemetery. And being so far from home I don't get to do that enough. I do talk to you often, though, and hope that you know that.
I love you,
Gale
