Sophia

Anne,
I dont remember much until the moving days. Spending the summers with you in Austin or Mississippi (I still tell people about our SuperBOWL Sundays). You would never believe me but everyone of my friends that i have ever had knew about you...i told everyone i ever met how amazing you are.
I dont remember anything before 11th grade in high school, but i can tell you what i cooked for you when you were at work, the clothes we sold trying to get more money b/c i didnt realize that i was just using to much of yours cooking all the time, and everyone of those "clutter books" that you had. I remember most of the stories that you told me, but i hate that i cant hear your voice when i try really hard. I want to see your face when i close my eyes, and it just pisses me off that i lost every god damn thing that you gave me, made for me, or i "found on the floor" which you always just let me have. i'm just so sorry that i didnt do more for you. I wish i wasnt doing drugs when you were in surgerys, and it didnt start to dawn on me until it was almost over. I'm sorry for being to lazy to do your excercises with you, and left you alone to go talk on the computer. Its just to late for all of that, but i just wish you could see me now, i'm actually being myself...or at least getting there. i know i'm a better person because you straightened me out. thank you.
I cant just sit down and think of all the amazing things that you bring to life, but i will always love you, my sweet anne.