Happy Birthday, Shannan

Today is my sister's birthday. She would be 31, if she were alive. Shannan passed away in 1993 from cystic fibrosis. She was 14, and I was 12. She was my best friend and I still miss her and have always felt a loss for the relationship that we never got to have. But what a better way than on her birthday to share my belief that I will see her again. I know that when my time comes and I pass to the other side she will be there, among the first ones to greet me and welcome me home. I look forward to giving her a big hug and getting to know my sister again. I have a best friend waiting there for me. I love you Shannan. Happy Birthday.