We all miss you. Not having any one to chase the horse or sing when the phone rings. We knew you were getting bad, but when he said you only had six months left at the most we didn't believe him. But a year and a half was what we had left with you. That last day we could all tell that something was different, something was wrong. You lost the fight with the cancer and there was nothing we could do except hold you. You took your last breath is our arms, in our bed. Now you are waiting for us at the bridge, with Cleo and your other sisters. We miss you, Star, and we will never forget you.