I started and stopped this post over and over again in my head. I want to write this, but I don't.
I wonder if this day will always be a difficult day. I suppose it will.
Today is July 23rd, you see.
This is Jean-Christine's birthday.
I would like to be able to pick up the phone and call and say "Happy Birthday Jean! Love You!"
But I can't.
I don't get to have that phone call with the somewhat plaintive, sing-song sounding "hi Sister-bee" that was the way Jean always seemed to start conversations.
I think of that "Hi Sister-bee" often. I really miss it.
Wherever you are today Jean- looking on us- Sister-bee says Happy Birthday and I love you.
and I miss you.