Dear Katie, I think about you every day, and I dream about you taking care of me when we were little. I remember everything about you. People tell me that I can’t. That I was too young. But I do. I love you. Just as much now as I did when I could talk to you. And I still do. Talk to you, I mean. When I need a big sister to tell my secrets to. Or when I need advice about boys, clothes, and friends. I complain to you about school, and people who’ve hurt me. Usually I talk to you about God. Because you’ve met him. And I know it’s selfish, sissy. But I wish you were here sometimes. I wish I could have grown up with you. I would have been a much better person if I had. I will always miss you, and love you. And I promise I’ll never forget. Not if I can help it.
Sincerely, your sissy here on the ground
