It would have been my sister's birthday today. And Elvis's - as she'd have reminded me. Of course, it still is. But she's not here for me to put my arms round her and fuss her, have a late night sesh with her, or go out on the razz and get into trouble with her. I took her some flowers after work. Kind of getting dark, and a bit eerie on my own, but I didn't want her to think i'd forgotten. I'll never forget. Never forget a minute of her. Never stop missing her or wishing things could have been different. Never understand why we never had time to say goodbye. Sleep tight JWS. Lay your hippy head down and rest. Love you always queen wah.