A Letter

Dear Abby,

I think about you every day. Whenever I do anything, I think of how amazing it would be if you could be there too. Everytime I bake, I imagine you sending the flour into a flying white cloud in the kitchen. Everytime I read a book, I imagine your little hands bringing me your favorite picture book to read. Everytime I laugh, I wonder what you laugh would've been. I imagine your smile. Your adorable little baby teeth. I imagine them smiling at me. I always thought that you would be a joyful baby.

At first I worried about you. I worried that you would be by yourself, and possibly scared, but then I remembered that you are not alone. You have Grandma Pearl who I'm sure would love to share her amazing snickerdoodle cookies with you. You have Uncle Mark who would have a blast teaching you the proper techniques to fishing. You have my old dog Birdie, who would love to run in as many fields with you as you possibly could. And of course you have the most important of them all, God.

Feel free to visit me anytime. Possibly in the form of a butterfly. Land on my window everyday and I will know that you are watching over me. Let Grandma Pearl and Uncle Mark know that I am doing alright. And of course, make sure that Birdie is getting all the sticks in the world. I love you. Fly high angel.

Love,

Your sister