My precious sister, Linda Gayle and I as we sit atop our pretty ponies, Cocoa & Sandy. Many times people thought us to be twins and Grandma always sewed us matching dresses. Lin was my best friend and the sister of my heart. I can remember us sitting in the big cottonwood tree just east of the house. As the seeds fell we would pretend to be in heaven and the cottony seeds floating all around us were the feathers from the rush of the wings of the angels as they glided by. Lin was destined to become an Angel in the Summer of '66. My little playmate was gone. I would go to the cottonwood tree by myself, saddened at the sheer loss of her human touch, and yet, as I climbed up into that massive tree, there she would be. And she would remain with me throughout all the days of my life. When God entrusted me with Leslie Anne nearly some 20 years later, that little girl returned to hold my hand once again, and it was through the blessing and the grace of Leslie that the little girl's heart in me finally began to heal. Now, some 20 years later, Lin and Les are together. Holding hands and dancing in the clouds and when I perchance happen to see the cottony seeds of the cottonwood drift slowly by my face, I lift my face to the heavens and once again I can feel the rush of angel wings. Rest little ones for one day I shall join you and we will run the fields of heaven together and shower our feathers down upon the earth to grace the sight of another little girl. I love you, precious sister Lin. Sleep, pretty baby.