My dear sister, oh how I miss you....today was your day and Mom and I talked about you all day. We shared stories of when we were young and I shared with my Nikki this morning what I pictured you looking like today;
Long flowing golden locks of hair, whisping past you as the breezes flow your hair behind you. Your smile is large and your eyes are bright and full and blue. I see no wrinkles or blemishes, only smooth beautiful skin of a warm tan under a white dress made of a gauze type material. Your arms are spread open wide and lifted slightly toward the heaven. I guess my vision is you are an angel, a heavenly spirit of undying love and compassion. This, my sister who I miss beyond words, helps to sooth the open wound that is still left on my heart. I love and miss you, birthday girl.
Our California Dad is in the hospital and he is so tiny and he is so weak and frail. And yet here this almost 94 year old CONTINUES to surprise everyone with words that fall from his mind out of his mouth from that old little face. I can hear what you would say, and I can see the tears that would flow from your eyes as you joke with him still and talk to him close to his bed. He loves you Karla and is thinking about you as he lies on that hospital bed knowing that he may or may not return home, and what condition he is in and what is sure to come soon. We all send our love and our kisses to the sky and beyond. Happy 55th Birthday.