My sister whose words always move me and many others has shared this today, the third anniversary of the murder of our baby sister Cathy. The pain and the love she shares are palpable and they live together side by side and intertwined in the hearts of the six siblings who remain to mourn.
Words do not come easily for a letter like this. Would that you were here because if you were, then that would mean that you came back from California. I sit here at the table by the window looking out on the trees struggling because of the drought, and yet like you did so many times, they continue to fight to live and to be all that they were meant to be. Like you, they nurture the many little birds that look for shade in the heat of the day; they grow the fruits and devote so much energy to those tiny bits of what will become food for others. I wish I could call you. Sometimes I still hit call on my cell phone after I bring up your…
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