I think my little sister belongs in church.

The last time we were at a funeral together we did not understand death.
We laughed while everyone cried,
And made fun of the lady with the funny hat.

There were not enough seats in the church.

I never had to fight so hard to hold back tears,
As his son remembered his dad
And had the nerve to speak.

I could not stop staring at the picture of him holding his granddaughter.

My father, on Christmas Eve, said goodbye to him
As he held his Sadie,
And told him that he never seemed happier.

The last thing he said to me was that he always bets Hawaii on Christmas eve.

I always cling to my little sister when I don’t know how to act.
She has a funny way of making everything
Disappear.

We understand death now.

And I still have a vivid picture of her in my mind but
When I see pictures of her
It is like I never knew her.

And we still laugh while everyone else is crying.

01/31/2007

Posted on 01/31/2007
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