I ran into the stickies I wrote when I was in therapy.
I ran across the journal I wrote when I was in therapy.
I wasn't ready to say goodbye to you Juanita.
I know you're looking down on me. Can you see me? Can you see how life without you has changed? Why won't you let me see you? I talk to you all the time and I wish I could hear you say something back. When I sit on the couch, I imagine you sitting there next to me. Are you? Are you sitting next to me my dear sister? Are you happy? I wonder all the time what exactly are you doing in heaven. How come you won't let me see you? I want to see you. I love you so much. When certain songs play, I think of you. When I hear certain words, I think of you. When I do certain things, I think of you. When I'm alone, I think of you. When I'm with others, I think of you. I miss you so much. At night I dream about you. I wonder if I call out your name. When I hear the birds chearp I think of you. They remind me of heaven. They remind me of how perfect somethings were and are. When the sun shines, I think of you. Even when its raining and cloudy, I think of you!!!!
I wasn't ready to say good-bye.
I see your smile. I hear your laugh. I see your eyes. I feel your hugs. I remember when you used to let me hold your ear when sucked my finger. No else ever lets me do that. I remember all the days I ran to you when I had problems. Sometimes I get a headache just thinking about you. One day I don't doubt I'm going to see you. I just wish it was on this earth again.
I love you my dear sister! You are my angel.
