When I was all of about three, I had a sister of 5 who passed away from leukemia. One of my first and last memories of Pam was of going around the block in a red wagon. We had done this trip before. This last time, she wanted me to pull the her home...
Much of the guidance and interaction of my early life was undoubtably from my relationship with my older sister. She has been gone from this world for several decades, yet I am sure that the formative impact she made on my life lives on in my perspective of the world.
With the love of Always, I am still pulling that wagon.
Such is the nature of spirit of Always.