Dear Delonte,

If love were measured as currency, I would be the richest woman in the world.  Not because of the love I have received, but the love that lives in me for those that I love.  July 2, 1990 - I was 11 years old when you were born and I don't remember the first time I held you, but I do remember that once I did, I was so happy and loved you so much.  I was a child, and having you in our lives made life so much better.

I enjoyed teaching you things like how to bite and how to suck out of a straw.  For the first time, I was able to be a big sister, and I loved every minute of it!  

Losing you twice feels no different.  Then and now, my heart breaks into a million pieces.  The sound of my cries haunts me when I close my eyes.  Not you - not then, not now...

I've had to mourn our bond since I was 13 years old, and it changed how I share my love with others.  I wish I had understood sooner how this all shaped who I am today. I wish I understood how the barriers that bring me comfort have turned into brick walls that keep people out...  Seclusion is not safety because of you, I know this now. Thank you for leaving me with that lesson.

My heart breaks with every beat, and I wish... no, I pray for so much of so many things, but most importantly, I pray you are a part of the team of angels assigned to us; we need you.  I know you are safe and fully healed now.  I look forward to seeing you and holding you again. 

Until we meet again... 
Love Always & Forever,

    Your Waunie Waun

Daune & Delonte