As William Shakespeare said, “Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break” so I guess that's what I'm doing here. Pouring my pain out in words.
You can never know how much your sister means to you until she’s gone. You cannot possibly realize how much influence she has on your day-to-day life or how many small things you love about your sister until she is no longer in your life.
I have lost a part of me and I will never get it back. It's that special part of my past and my future as it should have been with her. There is a hole in my heart, an emptiness that will never again be filled. It wasn’t “just” my sister. She was part of me, that one person who knew me from birth, all the good, the bad and the ugly. She doesn't just know about my life, she lived it with me every day.
I miss her and will grieve for her every day. My life is forever changed and the world is completely altered. Nothing is unaffected.
“I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.” --Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
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