Saturday, April 23, 2012

My sister Marabel would have turned 7 this week, but the angels called for her early, my Uncle Louis said. I’m not so sure about that, but I didn’t want to argue with the man who was like a father to me. She died in a fire last month at the Blakley apartments on the "other" side of town. She was at her friend Rosalee’s birthday party. It was a sleepover. Momma didn’t want her to go, said she had a feeling, but Marabel begged. Uncle Lou said Heaven has a new angel. I don’t know, it feels like more than that to me.