By Delbert H. Rhodes
(I loved her)
Losing someone you love is very hurtful. Over the years: I have lost many in my family. My first loss occurred in childhood, my youngest baby sister. Many years later: my mother explained that she found my sister dead in her crib.
Crib death occurs to many babies. A thief in the night, it steals our loved ones, leaving us devastated.
Even today, I think of my little sister, sometimes I miss her. My sister was beautiful; she was like my mother.
Each day, before going outside to play, first I stopped to play with my sister. She loved to laugh, and her laughter thrilled me. One day, neither the crib, nor my sister was present. Asking my mother of the baby’s whereabouts availed me only confusion. Somehow, I realized that my sister and I would play no more.
Though I had known her for a short while, I formed an attachment to my little sister, to never see her again, saddened me.
They were many years ago: yet, today, and whenever thinking of little Cynthia, tears fill my eyes. I loved her.
Copyright © 2011 Delbert H. Rhodes