Today my sister, Beth, would have been 62 years old.
She absolutely loved her birthday. Looking back, I think she liked it because my other sister and I have birthdays in September. Her August birthday gave her something that was all her own. I think a middle kid needs something that is uniquely theirs–and she definitely made the most of her day.
For weeks, she’d tell anyone who’d listen what was on her list for gifts along with the type of cake and flavor of ice cream she wanted for her party.
I miss her today–as I do every day.
Even after ten years I still catch myself thinking that I need to call her…
She was one of the bravest people I’ve ever known, forging her own way, fighting her own fight, showing me her way of dying with dignity.
I love you, Beth Ann Burton.
I am…
B…simply being…
Peace
B...simply being... 