I miss you, My Dixie, my sister of choice. We have been together since the day we were born.
I first, then in two weeks your birth
A part of me is there with you, wherever you are now. Just like we were in our earthly life.
But—- sometimes—sometimes I feel you with me.
There in the rush of the wind through the leaves
A faint smell of Iris in the air
Sometimes I hear you laugh, giggle, sounds of joy so pure and delighted I want to reach out and take your hand—once more.
You were Springtime and Autumn–rolled all into one— all the best of feelings
All dolled up into a cute package of laughter and determination.
You are a precious soul!
Love you, Dixie, always,
From my heart to your world
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 