Greta, For me, our story began the day you came home from the hospital. Mama and Daddy had left me with Mema and Granddaddy. Someone must have told me they were coming, because I remember running for the sofa. I believe Johnny was standing in the living room. I saw Daddy and then Mama carrying you walk by the front window, and as they came in the door, I remember sticking my arms straight out and saying, “Let me have my baby.” I was all ready to be a big sister. I’m not sure I’m ready for the story to end. But I won’t ever stop being your big sister, whether you are here or not, so that part of our story will go on. Once you are there, that never can be taken away. I’ll still be sitting there, holding out my arms, waiting to welcome you. love, your big sister, Libby