Today would have been my sister Rosalind's 55th birthday. You wouldn't have known that because she was so young and beautiful. She got the nickname Pinky when she was about 3 and we called her that for the rest of her life. I think she liked it...at least she did as an adult. Not too sure about when she was still in shcool.
When Lee and I built her memorial garden, I felt a little better. When I buy things like the Pinky Winky Hydrangea, I feel better. It was fun to get dragonflies for it and I loved finding the ant, for aunt Roz. But today is her birthday and I don't feel better.