Linda Enlow

My dear sister, life is not the same, I miss your laugh, your smile, your thoughtfullness. You always took care of me whenever I was sick and no matter where I lived, in this State or Florida. I miss our talks, our fun, our shopping, our eating crabs. I dont know how to go on without you. I still remember your first apartment and I slept over and you put a vaporizer on me as I was sick, you were there thru countless surgeries and broken arms. No sister in the world could fill your shoes, I...