My Dear Sister,
It has been a year since you went over the rainbow bridge. You are still missed very much.
Quest still wanders from room to room forlornly calling out for you. Sometimes she seems insistent and grumpy, as if she thinks you’re playing hide and seek and won’t come out. Other times she sounds heartbroken and confused.
My Poppa still reads the sad blog entry from a year ago. He also reads the prayer request and the responses seem to comfort him as he gazes at that favorite photo of you posted on that request. Do you hear him every night as he says good night to you?
Your ash box still sits in a special spot on the desk near the computer. Momma often polishes it and never lets dust accumulate on it.
Sometimes I even catch Q2 sitting quietly by and staring into the Shy memorial fountain. She didn’t know you very well since she had just come into our lives shortly before you went over the bridge. She could tell you were special though.
I often sit and stare out the window and think about you. You live on in our hearts. I miss you, my sweet sister.