That my little sister would always be there.
As this past summer wound down, once again we didn't make it over for a swim, I thought
Next summer.
As the Christmas season approached in all its busyness, I thought
Next week.
As I would help people who have disabilities, I'd see things for my sister and think,
Next month.
Every time I sing a song to the little boy in my house, remember singing to my sister and think,
Next visit.
Then she took her last breathe.
No longer here,
To swim with
To walk with
To learn with
To sing with.
Yet I know, that whenever I do these things
My little sister will always be here
In my heart.
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