i miss my sister's humour. her little boy said the other day 'i miss my mummy's funny'.
i never could imagine a world without my sister's funny. it was unique and is difficult to recreate, she is kind of its' embodiment. she could magic humour to the most humourless place, time or situation, i mean she practically had us in stitches when she was dangerously ill from her bone marrow transplant a year ago. we would come mournfully to visit her and often we'd find ourselves cracking up as she brought cheer and confidence to our hearts and smiles to our faces. with her there was a certain kind of funny. how lonely without her. and i miss her to talk to about stuff. we all miss her something terrible.
wherever you are sis i love you so extra oobly special much. you and your ways are so very missed xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...
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