You are sweet and true, my sister, dear. Please don’t think I’ve forgotten you.
We are not close, very distant indeed. But in my heart, I love you the most.
My memories are old and faded of times before I understood with how much pain and sorrow you are laden.
I remember when I was young. You were happy for a while, reading poetry and so many songs you often sang.
You helped to see the light, Lorrie. All is not easy, as when you are young. For you grow to understand the struggles, too. If I could take your pain, I would. I can’t. So, in my heart, I’ll always love you.