For Megan

My younger sister Megan still lives back home in Alaska. She turned 16 on August 20th. This is an excerpt from an email I received from her today:

"...on my birthday you made no mention of me. You had a picture of a ghost of Christmas Past and a Penguin. That was quite the heartbreak, Shawna."

How can I live with myself knowing that she is out there in pain because of my weblog? How can I keep going? Here is what previously appeared on August 20th:

Now it isn't there, anymore.

If you want to know what is, you're just going to have to go and look, aren't you?