I wish things had been different. I wish I had known you before you disappeared, before things got crazy. My memories are sketchy, so I don’t recall much. There was a picture of me and my sister with you at the beach. We looked like we had so much fun. Others with you and that big smile, those kind eyes, the long hippy hair. Mom said she loved you once. There are the stories from the Aunts that loved you and said you were so cool.
I was 2 years old when Continue reading