“THE DAY KELLY SUE DIED”

You were born early and injured on the day our mother passed.  You were only two days old when it was your turn.  It was on my birthday.  I turned six the day you died.

Our mother walked us to the bus stop, like any other day.  I went to school.  You and mother went to the trauma center.  I was learning to spell my last name while you two were dying.

I never saw mother again.  I never got to see you at all. 

Today it’s making me wonder.  I can’t help it. November 1st is my birthday.  The day Kelly Sue died. 

And man, that just really sucks.