You know pieces of me. You know my birthday because you were there. You may remember what I looked like, you may remember your name for me, but you don't know me.
You don't know my sister. You don't know what you missed. (If you found this, maybe you get a glimpse.)
We wonder why, Wendy and I. We wonder for different reasons, but we wonder. We were afraid to look around at Mom's funeral because we thought we might see you there (or someone we thought might have been you). We were afraid to look at our mail, because we thought you might try to contact us.
You know who you are. And we are as protective of each other as Mom was of us.
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Color me confused. It could be the new medication that is keeping me from weeping uncontrollably or it could just be the brain cells I am losing as I age.
Color me confused. It could be the new medication that is keeping me from weeping uncontrollably or it could just be the brain cells I am losing as I age.
Dear Robin,
You are in my thoughts. My heart goes out to both you and Wendy. I hope someday soon you find some peace. Take care of each other.
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