An Angel’s Birthday

She was beautiful, funny and smart. A mother to me, always there for me with her kind eyes. When I was about 7 or 8, she would put me up on the bathroom counter and let me watch her put on her makeup. To me she was nothing but pure love. Closer to God than the rest of us mere mortals. I loved her voice. Sometimes I was almost happy if I missed her call so I could play the message more than once. There aren’t many in this world who reach the level of the love I had for my oldest sister. Today would have been her birthday. I don’t usually let myself feel sad about it. I prefer to just close my eyes and see her giant smile and hear her laughing in my mind. And maybe I’m not even crying because I’m sad, but because the amount that I love you just needs to spill out.

Happy Birthday, I love you and I miss you and I can’t wait to see you again when my day comes to follow the light.

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