"One night this week, I was thinking about Casey and I sat down and started writing this poem, I hope you enjoy reading it.
Love, Kylie."
It's like your eyes are the sky above, watching over me.
And your arms are the warmth of the air, keeping me safe every single day.
You left so many years ago, I was just a little girl at the time.
But I know you never stopped loving me.
I remember that day as if it were recent, a piece of our family was lost that day.
I didn't really understand why, why everyone was crying and sad.
And some of them were even mad, mad at what had happened to you, like it wasn't your time to die.
But that hasn't stopped you, from being with us as a family.
When your mom, my aunt was sick, I know you were always by her side.
Walking her through it, comforting her when she needed it, protecting her from harms way.
And encouraging her to push through.
Her getting better was a huge result of your love for her and all the time she was in the hospital, you were right there, holding her hand.
Casey, you have never stopped loving us, and with your love inside me, I will always remember you.
It's like your eyes are the sky above, watching over me.
And your arms are the warmth of the air, keeping me safe every single day.
I love you..
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Casey and Kylie just before she and her parents moved to Minnesota, 1995.
She was 9 months old. Casey was 14.

Thank you Kylie for a poem I'll cherish forever!
Aunt Fo ;-)

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