This is a very difficult memory for me. This was my last birthday with you. I miss you so much that it hurts. It was always hard to get a good picture of you. You almost always had a goofy or unhappy look on your face. Why didn’t I take our picture together this time? I always did before. I did not know that in 14 days you were going to be gone. I remember our conversation like it was yesterday. I thanked you for all that you did for me on my birthday. How nice you made it. You said, “As long as I’m alive...” I knew you meant you would always take care of me. You were always more of a mother to me than a sister. You were 17 when I was born and never had children of your own. I became your child - especially after mom died. I wish I could go back to this day and take our picture together and talk to you one more time. I miss you so much dear Deanna. I wish you were still here.
Deanna and Paul McEndree -- November 3, 2004
Journaling -- January 31, 2020
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