Dear Bubby,
Tomorrow is your birthday.
You would be sixteen! Sixteen! Wow!
Oh how I wish I could wrap my arms around you tomorrow and hug you..
How I wish I had something special that you'd like. But I don't know what you'd like, because you aren't here.
I miss you.
Dempsey misses you.
We talked about you last night.....on Dempseys bed.
We talked about what it would be like if you were here. How you might have a boyfriend. How you and Demps would probably hang out together. How she would probably embarrass you. Cos that's what little sisters do....
Dempsey smiled at that.
I hate that I don't know how you'd be wearing your hair or if you'd have homework during the holidays. Or what you might want to do on your special day.
But most of all I miss your eyes. I could see into your soul Bubby.
But I have your picture next to our table where we have dinner. You watch us every night.
I'd give anything if you could join us.
Your cousins are here staying.
Emerald reminds me of what you might look like.
I know you'd love them......you'd add to the laughter I hear when the three girls are together.
It hurts that if you hurt I can't help you. But I'm hoping in heaven there's no hurt.
You will always be my touchstone.
I think of you in every place.
I know you're around....especially when I see a glorious rainbow. Or a carpet of stars or I feel the warm sun on my face.
I know you're around Bubby......
Tomorrow I'll light your candle.
Tomorrow I'll send a hug to heaven.
Please send Mummy a sign.
Anything.
To let me know, wherever you are, you're celebrating your special day and you know I miss you.....more with each passing year.
Mummy loves you....always
