She saved cards, and letters, knitting books and pictures.
She made beautiful sweaters and blankets and mittens and hats.
She made microwave cakes, and dolls, and of course, that's not all.
It was my job to choose what things she saved to give away.It was my job to throw her candles away.
You see, she saved her candles.
The candles from each birthday cake.
That job today was most difficult for me. Her house was sold,
so regardless of how I felt, I needed to do it.
Today was a day I shan't soon forget.
I cried a lot today. I wasn't crying for
Marie. I was crying for me. I miss her so.
It will soon be time to smile and laugh, Marie would
have it no other way.
Marie was seventeen when she had her first birthday
party. That's all she told me. I have no one to ask about that party. I'm sure she
had a good time; music and laughter, no doubt, with her love of family and friends.
Speaking of time, it's time for me to say a final good-bye.
Yes, I'm very sad today.
