Exceptional Diane passed May 5th 2021 Sisters Are Forever by l.raven

we loved each other, right from the start you were my sister, a beautiful heart together we laughed, together we cried helping each other, we always tried we talked on the phone, sometimes just not but most of the time, we'd talk a lot thoughts of you today, but that's nothing new think of you everyday, and tomorrow will too... now there's a silence, it rips me apart the thought of losing you, tears at my heart memories come easy, they do everyday it's the pain of losing you, that won't go away ...........  my sister wrote this poem titled- On The Playground On the upswing I tilt my head back;                almost letting go -- to be flung higher and higher until I could wrap my fingers around the silver lining and hoist myself above the cloud. Then, there is the ground and the only silver lining is broken bits of glass. Someone is singing,                                                  " Where's the Playground, Suzy"...    Soaring again -- the metallic strip is gone enveloped by the puffy cheeks of a giant grey wind, swooshing trees away from itself, Threatening a rainy explosion. The bits of glass,  no longer shining,  have now become fused reflections             Of sand and grey. Diane Peterson...passed May 5th 2021 I copied this exactly like she typed it.  A rough graft                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Recognized Author Notes When we were in our early twenties. My sister and I worked at the same place. It was a restaurant called " Tops Big Boy" in Glen Ellyn Ill. I was a hostess/waitress. Diane was a car hop. At night when we would get off work. I would drive her home. We only lived across the street. I didn't want to move too far from her. I would always go up to her apartment with her. I always had to go in first. I would look to see if any burglars were there. As I would open the door, I would always glance back at her. She would be standing with her lips tucked in, and rubbing her hands as always. To break the tension, I would quickly push the door open and yell " Is there anyone here? I need a date tonight." As I looked at Diane (sister). She would be standing there with a half smile on her face. And rolling her eye's at me. As I did every night she worked. I would check the place out. Under the bed, in the closets, bathroom, and in the drawers just to get her laughing. When I was done, we would say goodnight and just hug each other. At times it tickled me because I made her laugh. And other times it scared me. What would she do if I wasn't there? She did eventually move down to go live with my mother in Florida. They bought her a mobile home so she could have her privacy. Forty five years later. I am still Illinois. Thank You for taking the time to read this story. All true.

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