I remember you, well; it seems so long ago when life cut you loose. It was so unfair! You had so much to offer and not enough room, you were so opened minded, but cut off from the world. I remember many sides of you. The sister who played ball and was active, the “cool” sister, the one that loved to “do” – The angry and confused sister who the world didn’t under stand. The neat sister who loved to take pictures and loved to paint. The one I loved know matter who or what she was- she had so much she thought, “she had to prove” – well –
She proved it to me!