Thursday, March 16, 2017

25

Ellen would have been 25 years old today. That's her on the right, holding my Dad's arm. This was taken the year before she got sick. I'm going to follow my annual tradition and bake her a cake today. I feel comfortable with my grief, but it's good to give the emotions to some tangible action. I miss you, sis. I hope you like devil's food cupcakes with orange frosting.

1 comment:

Roger Owen Green said...

Grief is an odd thing. You forget, after a while, but it's still bumping around in there somewhere.