It’s my sister Kelly’s birthday today. She would have been 27. I didn’t plan anything, to remember. Last year went super not how I wanted it to go. And since I had to work on freelance all day, I figured I’ll just see what happens.
Part of me wishes she would come find me. Appear as a whispery apparition. Kinda let me know she’s doing fine. And that she knows what’s going on in my life. Say something encouraging about the state of things. (This would also have to happen during daylight so I wouldn’t pass out or crap my pants.)
But I can only picture her 8 year old voice. And body. I can put hair on her chemo head, but my nostalgia won’t let me age her. Stick her in skinny jeans and an economy car, she could drive herself. So. In light of that. I am hoping she’s somewhere amazing. And that she doesn’t miss me or want to tell me anything. Or want anything at all.
But I also hope she hasn’t forgotten me. We’re gonna have so much to catch up on.
That picture is a snapshot of her when she was two, copied on pieces of 8.5 x 11 printer paper, taped together and hung on my bedroom wall. She’s wearing an “Incredible Edible Egg” T-shirt that I won in a poster contest. That’s the neighbor’s dog, eating it.