Allie, I pass by your old house everyday and by the cemetery every afternoon and I talk to you. I see things through each day that make me think of you or talk to you. but some days that doesnt help and I want so bad to talk to you and see your face and hear your voice. I miss you just as much today as the day you left. I don't think time will ever change that. Love you so much. Love Darlene your lonely sis...miss our talks.