Heart Of My Heart

The past few weeks have been numbered.  You missed your sister more than words can express.  I had you, just you for three months since Molly's passing.  I knew there was little time. 

Your head was lifted high.  Gasping for breath.  The photo above says it all.

How can I condense twelve years and eight months into an obituary for you?  Maybe your name says it all.  My little girl.  Jessy James.

We were closer than close.  Two women.  Senior citizens.  Sharing love, life, my yogurt.   You couldn't get enough of me.  Nor I...you.  We knew our time was limited. Words will never express what you have meant to me.
 Heart of my heart.