Sometimes I have dreams about my sister. That we are talking, that she is not sick and that we are just hanging out like we used to do. I wish I would never wake up from these dreams. That's all I want--to laugh with her, just to be able to have a conversation with her. How did this become my life that such a simple dream can never be reality.
Hang in there, Anne!
ReplyDeleteLife may not be the party we hoped for,
but while we are here we might as well dance.