This post needs no blog entry, really. She was the most beautiful girl in the world, said I when I was only in kindergarten. She was my big sister and there was a song on the radio about her! Smile A Little Smile For Me, Rosemarie. As I prepare to leave the beguiling city of Paris this morning I think about that beautiful rose-colored sky we saw on our first night here and am reminded of her loveliness and her happy laugh. I know she still smiles her little smiles for me. 2 days before I turn 50, she’d have turned 60. We always celebrated our birthdays together. I love you, Sis, and boy do I miss you!
From the historical writing archive. Original date: December 8, 2015. Recovered from local source material; editorial review is still in progress.
