Emily Marguerite
My Sweet Sister, There are many days I wonder what you think of my life.
Strange, that even though in mortality, you were so much younger than I was, I imagine your spirit so much older and wiser than mine.
I am drawn to your approval of my choices.
Today is the anniversary of your death, and I still am moved by the date. Not a year goes by when I don't remember what we went through that year. Our family has changed so much since then. Mom and Dad have changed so much.... Our sisters and brothers have changed so much...I have changed so much since then.
Our kids know about you, and they never cease with their questions about who you are. We love to tell about how you laughed, and how-when we heard you laughing-we couldn't stop laughing ourselves. I love to tell them about how eager and willing you were to share the gospel with complete strangers-despite your age. I show them the pillow you made for me while I was at college...and recant that you were the one who wrote me every single week. I so looked forward to your letters. Each time one of my children reach the age of 10, I feel the milestone is passed and I can breathe a little easier. False hope, as Heavenly Father is the only one who can name the day for each of us. Still, I can't help but relax when each 10th birthday comes and goes. I have a friend who was born 1 day after you, and it is strange to look at her and to think you'd be her age right now... I wonder what your life would have been like. Would you be married? How many kids would you have by now? Would you be a scrapaholic like the rest of us sisters and Mom? Do you remember Purple-Gurkle?
I looked at that picture this year and the memories flooded me--a smile leapt to my face. You will be happy to know that Strawberry Shortcake and Cabbage Patch Dolls are back in fashion--and yours would be collectors items by now.
Over the years, the tears aren't as near the surface when I think of how much I miss you....but on days like today, when the sun is streaming through the windows, the birds greet the day with their usual banter, and I reflect on that day that you left so many years ago, my tears spill over in gratitude for your friendship and love in my life, even as short as it was. I look forward to the day we meet again--and realize we will have so much to talk about....I can't wait. I love you, Sweet Emily Marguerite
Strange, that even though in mortality, you were so much younger than I was, I imagine your spirit so much older and wiser than mine.
I am drawn to your approval of my choices.
Today is the anniversary of your death, and I still am moved by the date. Not a year goes by when I don't remember what we went through that year. Our family has changed so much since then. Mom and Dad have changed so much.... Our sisters and brothers have changed so much...I have changed so much since then.
Our kids know about you, and they never cease with their questions about who you are. We love to tell about how you laughed, and how-when we heard you laughing-we couldn't stop laughing ourselves. I love to tell them about how eager and willing you were to share the gospel with complete strangers-despite your age. I show them the pillow you made for me while I was at college...and recant that you were the one who wrote me every single week. I so looked forward to your letters. Each time one of my children reach the age of 10, I feel the milestone is passed and I can breathe a little easier. False hope, as Heavenly Father is the only one who can name the day for each of us. Still, I can't help but relax when each 10th birthday comes and goes. I have a friend who was born 1 day after you, and it is strange to look at her and to think you'd be her age right now... I wonder what your life would have been like. Would you be married? How many kids would you have by now? Would you be a scrapaholic like the rest of us sisters and Mom? Do you remember Purple-Gurkle?
I looked at that picture this year and the memories flooded me--a smile leapt to my face. You will be happy to know that Strawberry Shortcake and Cabbage Patch Dolls are back in fashion--and yours would be collectors items by now.
Over the years, the tears aren't as near the surface when I think of how much I miss you....but on days like today, when the sun is streaming through the windows, the birds greet the day with their usual banter, and I reflect on that day that you left so many years ago, my tears spill over in gratitude for your friendship and love in my life, even as short as it was. I look forward to the day we meet again--and realize we will have so much to talk about....I can't wait. I love you, Sweet Emily Marguerite
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