Remembering Peggy

Peg and me

Me and my sister Peggy

September 12, 1982

The day you disappeared. Out of my life, but never my mind.

There was a hole that never got filled.

You and I were supposed to be sitting together talking about our grandkids.

You never even got to see yours.

When you lose a loved one you get a lot of nevers to deal with

I hate that

I want to focus on the always statements instead

I’ll always be glad we were sisters

I’ll always remember the little stories

I’ll always love you

One day we’re going to be reunited, Peggy

And we’ll sit and talk incessantly, like we used to

And we’ll laugh. A whole lot.

And we’ll never have to say goodbye.

I love you more than any words can say

And that won’t change

I promise

Hey Peg, it was me that took your Easter peeps out of your basket.

I just thought you should know.

P.S. I wrote a book about being broken

I wrote about you and I wrote about me.

I just want to help anyone out there who might also be broken.

One day we’ll be completely whole. One day.

Love you Peggy,