Jesse

For Jesse

Today I remember Jesse, a lovely little girl who lived next door to us. She would pop in to visit, see me sitting in the lazy boy chair, and with a twinkle in her eye, ask me for a glass of water. Knowing what was to come, I would get up to fetch it. She would then promptly jump into my chair, push herself back against the backrest, giggle and say mischievously, “Uncle Don I’m in your chair,” and we would laugh and talk. She died tragically in a motor vehicle accident and is forever enshrined in my heart.

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