I’m sorry I missed your birthday, I got confused about the dates, I can keep up with the brother’s birthdays because I stay in touch with them, but my memory failed with both you and Lynn. Her birthday post went up a couple of days late, but mostly because it was difficult to write. I guess I have a good excuse for not staying in touch with you, but not so much for Lynn. I have started a letter to her. It will be more difficult still.
I often think about what it would be like to have a baby sister out in the world, what and where you would be. I did’t spend enough time with you to be able to make a call on which side of the Max/Liza personality split you would fall. I just make my own projections.
It turns out that Mary has the most wonderful and devoted sister you could ever imagine, also born in 1955. If it’s okay, I’d like to adopt her as my earthly sister. I bet you’d have been every bit as wonderful as Kathryn
The piece that I wrote on your actual birthday, without remembering that it was your birthday, is titled “Peace on the Prairie”, about the serenity that comes with careful introspection, both of the self and of the earth. I think it’s a perfect stand-in for anything I would have written today. Lots of stand-ins needed in this world, it turns out. Carry on, Little Sis, thanks for the angel duties.