Jan Hartley
I miss you everyday. You and I shared so much. I'll miss our vacations together, writing our funny poetry, just life in general. Just because we grew older does not mean that being sister got old. I try to remember things you would tell me along the way. We always felt we were the underdogs, but, in ways, I think that helped us be closer. It's hard to not have you to call, but, Jesus takes the best to his home first. Sing in the heavenly choir, and hold me a place near you for when it's my turn to come home. Love and miss you