I am a lonely big sister.
I wonder if I can see my brother Dakota in heaven.
I hear my little brother crying.
I see him in the clouds.
I want to be with him some day.
I am a lonely big sister.
I pretend that he is alive and I talk to him.
I feel his hand on mine.
I touch his soft, little face.
I wonder if mom is going to be okay with him gone.
I cry because I miss him very much.
I am a lonely big sister.
I understand that God had to take him away.
I say, Mom, I miss bubby.
I dream that I am in heaven and we are running and playing.
I try not to cry but I do.
I hope that I can be with him someday.
I am a lonely big sister.
