Dear Aunt Angie,

I saw a bag in the city, and I thought of you. It was red and sparkly and you would have loved it. Actually, whenever I see something that sparkles, I think of you.

So often I go to send you an email, without thinking. Or maybe I am thinking, the way I want to think. That your still there. Waiting for me to share my pictures. My words. My silly ideas.

I never realized how much I shared with you, until you no longer there to share it with.

I want you to know, I know, how much we shared.

I love you always, near and far.

xoxo
jenn