April 3rd

Her birthday is coming. She will be 33 years old. I remember holding her in my arms for the first time, gently kissing her tiny face. What a precious gift I had been given. I vowed to love and protect her for the rest of her life.

I will call my Swan today. I need to hear her voice. I know she will be brave and tell me she's alright...but I know she's not. She and her sister are at about the same level with this illness. Come home soon Swan...how we miss your smile...your cheerful spirit...

The girls have been keeping in touch lately. I feel the anticipation in my oldest. She's waiting...longing for her sister. We all are...