Christine Loves Philly!

For my darling twin sister...

Our first hug was in the womb. Our first tears were because suddenly we were apart. Our first gaze upon the world was of each other and immediately we were content.

Our firsts were something we shared...it was ours not yours or mine. Roles were formed as infants and it was I that would look over at you during your slumber, it was I that would go first because of your shyness, it was I that held your hand and said it would be okay. It was I that to this day will always watch over you even if we are far apart.

My admiration of you is something you fail to see, the pain you go through is something I wish I could burden, the twin sister I knew has slowly slipped away from me through the years and I would trade lives with you in an instant only to see that smile of yours again.

My heart is aching, I was supposed to take care of you, it was my role. I failed you and I can only hope that you can forgive me as I was your safety net, your crutch, your hope.

Know this, I will never give up on you. You are in my thoughts every single day and even when we speak on the phone...I am silently praying for your pain to disappear, to disappear into that same dark night it arrived.

I will always love you my darling twin sister....