Oct 18, 2005 21:35
I share a mother with three women. But at around four this morning, my only sister died. One of the last things that she requested was that I speak at her service. I am certain to have a hard time putting sentences together, but I will do what I can.
Deanna, I love you. I will speak at your funeral. I will never give Heidi another chance, even if it means that I spend forever alone. I will see the places you never got a chance to. And until the day I die, there will be an empty spot in my heart that used to be filled by the laughter you filled it with.
Tonight you walk with Elvis, darling.
Watch over ma.