Today is your 30th birthday.
Or it would have been.
I nearly forgot about it; I'm sorry for being a bad sister. Then my sister - mine and yours - reminded me yesterday. Today the significance of the date has struck me a number of times and I've found myself welling up a wee bit.
I'm sorry we never got a chance to get to know you. I'm sorry I was too young to appreciate you in the short time you were here. That the date is just another day in the calendar now. This would have been a special birthday for you. For all of us.
But then you never got to celebrate a birthday. You never even made it to your first birthday. You never got to meet my little brother. YOUR little brother too.
I wish you were still here and we could have all gotten to know you. Miss you little Mark.