Monopoly
So many stories to tell, but this is the one that sticks with me....
We would play Monopoly in front of the fireplace of the old Oak Lane house. She was 6 years older but she still played with me and taught me how to play. After awhile, I would be losing. Barely have any money left, almost bankrupt and the game would be over. I would go get a drink from the kitchen and all of a sudden I would have more money (so we could play longer) or more houses on properties I hadn't built on (so I could win more money). I never ever told her I noticed, all those times I played like I didnt notice. I should have told her I noticed. All of the troubles over the years, the sister fights, the words, the frustration, the tears.... I always knew you would have given me something to stay up when I needed it. I do miss you. More than you will ever have known. Everything I did, I did it to build you up and help you. When I got older, I protected you back just as you had. Sure, you could treat me like a lil sister but never would you have allowed someone else to do it. I just wish I had the chance to tell you that I knew you built me up too. I am so glad that we did reconcile those last years. But I should have told you more. But thank you for teaching me one last thing.... each moment is precious and you never get a chance to change the past. I do miss you.
