"My sister is a Survivor" My sister is a survivor or so I've heard it said. But I hear her cry each night while others are in bed. I watch her lay awake and go to hold her hand. She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand. But like sands on the beach that never wash away.... I watch over my surviving sister as she thinks of me each day. She wears a smile for others... for it is her disguise. But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes. My sister tries to cope with my death and keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows her realizes she struggles to survive. As I watch over my surviving sister through Heaven's open door... I try to tell her that angels protect me forevermore. I know that doesn't help her... or ease the burden she bears. So if you get a chance, go visit her... and show her that you care. In loving memory of my sister Ruth