Jude

I went out to take a birdblip this morning. Before I had even got there, M phoned to tell me that my little big sister had been taken into hospital. As I headed home, my brother-in-law told me that the surgeons had decided that it was inoperable.
I packed, and headed to Shrewsbury. At 5 pm, before I had reached Carlisle, Peter called to tell me that my lovely, sweet wee big sister had died. Turned round and came home.
Song for Pips
Not fair. Not right.