Twenty four years ago today a little girl was born to my parents. Her name was Suzanne, we called her "little Annie." We had her for a very short time, just 4 1/2 months. I always try to remember details about when she was with us, but there is only so much a six-nearly seven year old can hold on to. I remember how sad we were when she died. When my sister Marianne was born several years later I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized she was 6 months old and still alive.
What I do remember well is the spirit that was felt so strong the whole time Suzanne was with us, she brought our family closer together.
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