Dear Sister,
I heard the frogs croaking last night. They have been out for a while, now, and every time I hear them I think of you. Your tree frog summer was a precious gift. Nature, it seems, loved you as much as you loved it. I still have the pictures you took of your little green friends...they are a comfort to me when I miss you.
The frogs reminded me of the new life that awakens in the spring. Perhaps it is appropriate that was on the front edge of spring that you made your transformation as well. New life is springing up all around us (the crocuses in the back yard have made their appearance just this weekend).
As each new bud and flower emerge, I will see you in it. As the creatures of summer awaken from their slumber I will remember you, too. I really do believe that Heaven is in a state of perpetual spring. No other season would do. Spring is all about new life; renewal, promise and hope; excitement and anticipation.
I know you are enjoying your new home. Just remember that those of us here in the old home miss you and look forward to our eventual reunion.
Tell the grandparents I love them. Kiss my baby for me.
Your little sister
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