The sky is steely grey, with sunshine spilling through where it can, at odd angles. It always finds a way through, this sun. She would be thirteen today. I can’t imagine that little girl as a teenager. She has a house full of brothers who have never met her, who miss her all the same. They are our sunshine in the grey. Happy birthday, Caroline.
This little essay came to me more as a dream or a prayer, and people seem to like it, so I thought I’d share it