By John Manderino

I sat in front next to Dad who was driving, Mom on my other side holding a potted yellow tulip in her lap, on our way to Evergreen Cemetery out on Stevens Avenue. It was cold out, gray and windy. We were visiting my older sister Liz for her birthday. She died when she was only eleven and I was seven. She would have been sixteen today.

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