January 14, 1966 - June 28, 2002
My sister would be 46 years old today (?). Happy birthday, Lizie.
I've been thinking of you so much lately. I have that great photo of you on my fridge from one of the Race for the Cures you did in the 1990s. You still have red hair and you look so happy. I liked your pixie blonde look, but I always missed having us look alike, our matching straight red hair against the world.
Then again, the world always thought we looked more alike than we did. They saw our similarities, we saw our differences. Your eyes baby blue, mine army green. Your narrow shoulders and tiny bones, my muscular build. Your bright colors, my neutrals. Sometimes Mom quotes cummings to me: "Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands." But yours were always more delicate than mine. Somehow, your ring survives on my finger every day.
We meant it when we said we would miss you forever. We love you so much.
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