I can still see it so clearly...
She walks in, hair wind blown, of course, from having her windows down.
(No matter how hot it is - that's the way to drive she says.) Her huge
smile graces her face showing bright white teeth. She hugs me, teasing
me at the way I don't squeeze very hard. So she squeezes harder, giving
me a little back scratch with her short nails. I squeeze back,
giggling. I notice how warm she is, from having the windows down and
the sun shining on her. She's holding a cup, seems like she always
walked in with a cup. Don't know what was in it ;) She talks of her
latest love: scuba diving, tattoos, cooking, gardening, making soap
from scratch, whatever it may be. She's got her phone with her, ready
to text back with her help if the restaurant is having a problem. She
raves about whatever we are eating. She uses the word, "awesome." She
glows. She radiates. She shines. She's lovely, she really is.
And I miss her. So much it hurts.
(This is something I wrote last year about my sister Kristen.)