Today you would have been sixty-three years old. With every milestone since 1976 I have often thought of you. Would you have married? Would you have been a mother and grandmother? I may not speak of you often but I think of you everyday.
I remember your sweet sixteen party like it was yesterday. Trying to make things as normal as possible in a cancer ward. I try to make sense of things that happen in our lives but I guess I am not supposed to.
Today I am grateful for having you in my life and being able to call you my best friend.
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