I am sitting here, having just shared my pictures with my mother and father. It is going to be hard leaving this room and touching the life of my sister. My mother just read something Libby had written about her. She had never read it before. It made her cry with the pain of the loss of someone who could think such wonderful things about her.
Insert intelligent reflective comment here - as I cannot seem to think of one at the moment.... I am looking at a window that I must go through - on the otherside is the memory of my sister, to get there, I must go through the window pain... But it is worth the leap. I guess I have to take it... It is Time to Jump......
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