I hear the echos of her voice

Today I was in the library, browsing. I saw a book on Eleanor Roosevelt and her mother-in-law. (It was, Sara and Eleanor: The Story of Sara Delano Roosevelt and Her Daughter-In-Law, Eleanor Roosevelt.) I said to myself, that's a Lura book!

Suddenly I was fighting tears. There, in the middle of the library I could hardly keep from crying.

The twin cities are Minneapolis and Saint Paul. It is hard to imagine them not together. Like those two cities my sister's and my birthdays are twins, a day apart. It is hard to imagine one without the other.

I hear the echo of her voice sometimes, like today in the library. I hear the echos, for a moment it seems she is present. It is still hard to believe she is gone.