15 years later...

My baby sister Taylor would have turned 15 years old today...the same age I was when she was born. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like today had she lived to see 15. I think it would be remarkably different but I have no way of knowing that for certain. I loved those little cheeks and that pug nose as much as I could have loved a baby at the time. Contrary to what some may say, time does not heal ALL wounds. They may improve but I don't believe they ever truly heal. I may never understand the purpose of this chapter in my story but I know this with certainty...I will see that sweet little face again some day.