Sometimes when I look into the mirror, I see my sister looking back at me. We looked enough alike that you could tell we were sisters. When I'm brushing my hair in front of the mirror I'm reminded of her. Before Erica passed away she was growing her hair out to donate to Locks of Love. I admired her for helping others. When I look in the mirror I see her nose and I can picture her purple glasses looking back at me. The mirror helps remind me of my sister. Although my sister is gone, everyday in the mirror she looks back at me.
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Monday, February 20, 2012
The Mirror
Sometimes when I look into the mirror, I see my sister looking back at me. We looked enough alike that you could tell we were sisters. When I'm brushing my hair in front of the mirror I'm reminded of her. Before Erica passed away she was growing her hair out to donate to Locks of Love. I admired her for helping others. When I look in the mirror I see her nose and I can picture her purple glasses looking back at me. The mirror helps remind me of my sister. Although my sister is gone, everyday in the mirror she looks back at me. 
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Last Valentine
Last year my sister celebrated her last valentine's day here on earth. I don't know how she celebrated or what she did; she may have worked to keep her mind off her divorce. The one thing I do know is I sent her a card I made. The card was pink and covered in hearts, with a ribbon accent, and XOXO on the front. I had just started making cards, so this was the only card I made my sister. When we buried her ashes I buried the card with her, the last valentine I gave my sister. I hope she knew I loved her. Quote: "A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost."
~Marion C. Garretty
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