I feel sad today. I hugged your light green jacket, tightly.
I cried my eyes out. I tried to feel some essence of you.
My sister ( your youngest) asked for it when you died.
We bought it together, you and me when you visited. It was rainproof and matched your eyes.
I wanted it, no I needed it.
Now four years later, I pack it in the box to mail to her.
She will make it into a quilt with some of your other things.
When she opens the box she will cry and hug it just like me.
Sad, she and I are not close. Our perceptions differ, especially of the days just before you passed.
Really, I do, love my little sister.
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