It's my 39th birthday on Saturday April 21st 2018—and for whatever reason, I thought of my sister this morning—the sister I never knew. She died at birth.
She would have been my older sister: two years older than me. Her name is Michelle.
An abstraction in my mind would have her pushing me over in this picture: vying for attention on Christmas morning. We probably would have had some sort of rough phase getting along with one another in our teens—but I can guarantee you, we would be best friends, right about now.
Life would be different than it is right this very moment, in every regard. I imagine she would have had a profound effect in shaping my life in the positive. This is for you Michelle. You are not forgotten.