My late little sister Alanthara bought me this shirt in 2004. She knew I love old fashioned things very much. I only wore it once when she was alive because I love it so much. I didn’t want the shirt to get old. Alanthara could read my mind. Always gave me the right thing. I could see her laughing, making fun of me in a good way whenever I think of her.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From an Irish headstone
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