Today would have been my sister Claire's 70th birthday.
In her regular "Claire" fashion, she would have insisted that no one made a fuss ...
but would have been delighted that we would.
I would call her and sing "♫Happy Birthday to you...♪" as I did every year before.
But she is not here.
On Christmas night in 1995 she ended her battle with uterine cancer.
Taken too soon.
So many birthdays ago.
On her first birthday without her I wrote a very small sentiment....
"It's hard to let you go, sweet Claire.
Springtime is not the same.
The warm May breeze and ladybugs
Keep whispering your name."
I recite it on her birthday every year since.
Happy Birthday Claire.