Just call out my name, and wherever I am, I’ll come running to you!
I feel the tug in my heart. It makes me swallow hard. I fight back the tears, but they come anyway. It’s just too hard. Please show yourself to me somehow. Let me know that you are here. Let me know that you are happy. Let me see you once again. Let’s run in that meadow like we used to! OK?
You’re a few steps ahead of me, slapping your sides with your hands, prodding your imaginary horse to go faster. You yell at me at the top of your lungs, “HEY, PONCHO!” We race through the Eucalyptus trees, angel caps flying, our tennis shoes sprouting wings! “I’M COMING, CISCO!”, I scream, trying to keep up with you.
We fly through the field of wild flowers, beads of sweat on our foreheads – and you come to a screeching halt. Look! A dandelion!! Oh, cool, Sis! Let’s make a wish! You proceed to pull it out of the ground, root and all. We admire it for a few seconds and then bow our heads in solemn wish-making mode. Wishes made in silence, we count to three and then blow!
I miss you so much, sweet Sis! May God hold you in His loving arms and sing Happy Birthday to you, like you’ve never been sung to before!