remembering
its been five years since I didn’t get to say goodbye to that ebullient little redhead. five years and I am older now than she was then, too young by far for anyone so beautiful to be lost to this world. she was like the older sister i never had. i find myself wondering what she would think of me now, what she would say. i hear her voice, that laugh, always.
for the gift of memory, her love for this life, and ours for her: in memory of t.m.a.