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Feb 12, 2009 01:09

I wrote this 4 years and 3 days ago:

"It's your birthday, Feburary 16th, and now you are 17. And I wish more then anything that I was there next to you watching you blow out your candles or atleast to give you a big birthday hug. I wish that you and I could have memories like these everyday, or every weekend or once a month. I am so glad that I got to share all these great happy sad random aggravating times with you. And I have no doubt that we will have tons of other birthdays as best friends. I know that I will be going to your kid's bitrhday parties. And thats because me and you get along so well. We laugh off the stupid silly things and we talk about the tough hard times. We know each other so well, that I know you will think every single one of these pictures of you is ugly and you look fat, but you look gorgeous. I know that you laugh and say some of our inside jokes out loud when you read this. Well Natalie I hope more then anything your day is full of love lots of happiness and everything you deserve. You are my sister my best friend, my support and I miss you more then you know.

Love you always.
Chinita. Vivian Frances."

This is what set me off the other day, and the fact that Monday Natalie should be blowing out her candles and turning 21 is tearing me up.  
I love her, I love her every day and miss her every day. Its a pain I carry in my heart, but its next to the love she filled it with.

I'm going to be in Arizona in about 36 hours, then California. If I can't be with Natalie, I will be with her family. We will be together, and you will be with us <3
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