Aunty Sandra, I’m sorry I never got to see you again. It sucks that we always think we have time until we don’t. The luxury of taking things for granted is always a double edged sword. I heard you were a writer and I hope you’re writing at a grand desk in heaven and can hear my thoughts thinking how strong you’ve been and most of all you can be proud of yourself and all the beautiful angels that you’ve given wings to or helped to fly. Love your niece, Roanna
