Dear Paige

a restful sleep

Dear Paige,

On Oct 22, 1989, you were born. They say the weather was warm and windy that Sunday on Long Island. You were my first little cousin in over a decade on my mom's side of the family. I was 13 years old. We were all excited to meet you.

We didn't see each other often. Family get-togethers were less frequent as I got older. But I wish I knew you as you grew into a young lady. While your beautiful long hair turned cherry red. Did you play music, even just for fun? Did you like to sing? Remember the rocknroll photoshoot we did on Thanksgiving that year with you and your sisters and your friend?

Now the wind is blowing outside my window but it's not warm. It snowed earlier and it was so soft and quiet. Now you're a little angel in the sky. A little poem, a little miracle, a little wish, a song so beautiful and serene.

You will always be remembered.

Love, Kala

In Jesus' name. Amen.