It's me, your sister.
We've never met, and we won't meet until a very long time from now.
Since I was a little girl, I always felt that there was something absent from my life.
That there was a piece of me missing.
It wouldn't be until years later that I found out that missing piece was you
My beautiful angel
your soft wings flecked with gold,
wrapped in a beautiful silken robe
and a sea of raven black curls falling past your shoulders!
A ray of light adorning your head,
and warming your face the way your smile warms the hearts
of the other angels around you.
God thought you such a gift, he could not bear to let you go for long
and brought you back to him in his loving arms.
There are times when I feel the pain of your absence again
when I wish you could
laugh with me,
explore with me,
grow with me.
I am reminded that you are never truly gone from me and our parents.
Looking down from paradise,
you celebrate our victories and mourn our losses.
You hold my hand as I take each step closer to the woman I'm destined to be.
I hope you're proud of me.
I know you're proud of me.
Mom and Dad love you very much. I want you to know that.
Although you only visited this Earth for a short time,
Mom is grateful for the lessons you taught her
that she uses now to raise me.
I'm grateful for you too.
Until we meet