September... the day that was your birthday comes soon, and then in a few weeks the temperatures start to cool and then the leaves start to change color. Mom loved this time of year but it always makes me kind of sad; I'm also more aware of your absence this time of year and in the Winter. I always long for Spring, new life, flowers, green trees and the reminders that you still live (though inaccessible for now). You weren't supposed to be the first of us to go. You incorportated some of the best and worst of all of us and yet you outshone all of us. Has it really been five years? Sometimes your life seems like a dream to me now and I'm glad I wrote down some of the stories. Understanding comes as a consolation prize, I miss you still.