My oldest sister died from cancer in 2005. It has occurred to me, that I, the youngest sibling, was the one to tell the eldest that her time here on earth was nearing its end. And here is the interesting part; as I was writing this short poem, I heard a sound. I turned my head and saw that the door leading to the back porch was standing open. The back porch is completely enclosed; the outer door and all the windows are closed and locked. I set the trash out around 6:30 this morning and there's the possibility that I may not have closed the inner house door tightly afterwards.