My beloved Sister
There are times that I wish I knew my sister! She would've been 2 years older than myself. Unfortunately, this was not to be. She had a beautiful name. Her name was Kristen Michele Hostetler, and she was born on March 17, 1974. Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like to have an older sister. Someone that I could share everything with, from boys to what color pants to wear tomorrow.
I have no pictures, no memories, no nothing of Kristen. I can only imagine what she would've looked like. But I imagine her as a beautiful young woman, with more spirit and energy than I'll ever have. She would've been the sister that would've had to help me with homework (especially math..yuck), and provide me with the proverbial shoulder to lean on. I know I know... chances are we probably would've fought like dogs and cats, but maybe it would'nt of turned out that way. Maybe, we would've had what I imagined, a beautiful relationship.
She was stillborn, so no one, even my mother got to hear her laugh, cry, giggle, or to watch her grow up. But I know, she is up there with my grandparents, and they are watching her as well. I sometimes imagine that I still have her with me, and I talk to her to let her know that I'm thinking of her. I haven't been to her grave to put flowers on it for a year, but when I do go, I always have to let her know that I miss her so. I love you Kristen...and one day, we will be reunited.
