Usually, when I haven't seen somebody in a long time, they kind of drop out of my mind, with the occasional memory interlude, like advertisements in the TV show of my life.
But I think of Jamie every single day. Today she'd have been 15 years old, and I wonder what she would have been like.
At 4, she was silly and fun and smart, with a great sense of humor that was developing. She was a happy kid, and even though she liked girly things like ballerina skirts, Barbie dolls and painting her fingernails, she also loved digging in the garden, whittling sticks with her very own pocket knife and playing with snails and slugs.
She looked up to her