Here it is March 13, 2012, and, my twin brother is gone. I don't know how I am going to manage without him. We could talk for hours and always be on the same page. Well, sometimes I didn't totally agree, but what the heck it was never important to make a point of it. I look at my cozy dining room and think how normal it all looks, pictures and cupboards I've had for so many years, and they are still there in that room, and where are you. And will probably still be there, after I'm gone. I wonder sometimes if it is all real, or imagined, maybe we just lose the ability to hear and touch, see the things so important to us. Perhaps we could just conjure them up again. Wouldn't that be nice. I miss you Jimmy. Lonely today. The wind is blowing, a storm is coming in. Nothing to do, but missing you.

Sissy