Christen,
Sometimes I don't even know what I really miss. Is it only you, or the loss of my innocence? I miss your laughter, your brilliantly shining glow, your jokes and sassy personality. I miss life before I knew what loss really meant. I miss the simplicity of sunshine on my skin, the smell of flowers, a light breeze. And I miss your voice. I miss being able to love someone without the fear, the tormenting, aching, gnawing fear that I'll lose them. I miss your big, beautiful, brown eyes. What do I really miss? Is it only you, or the loss of my innocence?
Love always,
Big Sis
P.S. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you. You know I would have traded if there were a way. I miss you.
Your sister was a beautiful soul. I always remember the one of her smiling from behind you with her hands on your shoulders, I love that picture.
ReplyDeleteIf I may ask, what happened to her?
Thank you, I posted my first blog