I Love You, Sis
I never got to meet you. I dreamed of doing so every night. When my dad told me I had a sister, I was so excited. I grew up feeling like someone else was out there, and I always wanted a sister. And I heard you were pregnant, so I was gonna be an uncle. At eleven years old, even. You were coming over to help me. You had so many battles over there in France, between your ‘parents’ and all the people that tried to hold you back. Still, after hearing about me, you rushed over to see me. One drunk fool too many later, and I hear about your death. We still don’t even know where your grave is, for sure, ten years later. I miss you, even though I never met you. I wish I could have. I know I will one day, but I just wish I could’ve seen you in person one time. I feel you near me all the time, I just know it’s you. You were and still are (I’m sure) so, so beautiful. I hear you were a wonderful woman. I’m so jealous of my dad that he got to meet you and I didn’t. Elektra LaShante. God I miss you. I remember when you’d call my dad while we were on the road, those talks when I didn’t know who you were at first. When I did and I heard your voice, I felt something different, something I never have and never will feel ever again. I can’t even take a sip of alcohol without feeling guilty. People that just get drunk on the spot upset me so much, it’s like it makes me remember this all over again. I will never forget you, my wonderful sister. Please watch over me. I promise I’ll be in Heaven one day too. Then we’ll never let each other go.
Rest In Peace, Elektra LaShante. I love you, sis.