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.