Today was a bad day...but every day is bad, some just different than others. It began with a long, restless night...I tried talking to you- the most I've been able to since you left. I believe you heard me. I believe you're listening. I believe you know my heart. What I don't believe is that you're gone. I can't believe it; I won't allow myself to believe it. And I know, I absolutely KNOW you are not gone. Your body may not be here...I may not be able to speak to you face to face, but I can speak from my heart and soul to YOUR heart and soul. I love you, Kaitlin...with everything I am and everything I will ever become, I love you! For every painful moment and day I live, I try to remember that one day I will have the greatest reward of seeing you...I will have joy and true peace and rest when I am with you again. Be free, Kaitlin...but stay close to us that love you and need you so desperately. I love you, my sister...