<Go back to page 1> A Tribute To My Sister "Diana" page 2   After a few years, she would get swollen glands in her neck. She worked for a doctor and would tell the doctor all the time to check her neck and the doctor would tell her if she would quit rubbing them, they would go away.  Her and her husband were not getting along and finally got a divorce. She was living in her own house. The first time she owned her very own house.... she had it fixed up so cute. Diana was in her mid 30s then. She was very attractive and never had problems getting boyfriends. She had such a great personality, everyone loved her. She was very petite, 4’11 and 105 lbs. of dynamite. She always thought she was not creative as I was or could not cook as good as me. She really felt like she did not have any talent at all. I would always tell her she did she just have not found it yet. And she could cook as good as me too. Then one day she started writing poems. I mean she could whip one up as fast as she could write. She brought me a folder one day and there were lots of them. She left the folder with me and I read them that night and was so amazed at her writing.   This is a poem she wrote on yatzze paper one day when we were just sitting playing the game. In times like these I wished I could die But instead I'll just cry. It's hard to face pain Although in the end We die the Same. Enjoy life as best as you can Our souls remain  and our hearts will Always be the same. Enjoy life as best as you can We live each day with worries and tears Some with laughter But behind doors Some with fear  Thank you Penny for making this graphic   <Click here to continue with the story>

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