My sister, my best friend that’s what she was
I think of her so much
Because she was my special friend
Her loss so great right at the end.

My sister was there for me
She told me things and I agreed
My pain so deep, my tears I cry
I feel her peace, that wasn’t goodbye.

For when it’s time for me to go
She’ll hold my hand, won’t let it go
And when it rains, her tears come down
I feel her everywhere around.

Just peace I feel my thoughts all good
I loved my sister the way I should
And when I hear a quiet sound
I know it’s her, with angels around.

(Written by Robin Wright Bowling)

Submitted by Kim Modaff Collins in memory of her sister Sandi, 27, lost aboard American Eagle 4184, October 31, 1994