It snuck up on me. I didn’t realize what day it was until I looked at my alarm. It’s the 23rd of February. My sister would have been 74 years old today. Sadly, she died when she was 68. Some days it’s ok. Other days, it’s hard. Yes, I still miss her. I miss her hard today.
She was 15 year’s old when I was born. And from that day on we had a special bond, she was more mother than sister at first. More sister and friend as we both got older.
We shared books and tv shows. We would discuss them for hours. HOURS. We were those people who would be on the phone talking about a show while it was airing. Remember the original Twin Peaks?
And books? I miss sharing books with her. Reading one of our favorite mystery writers to her was one of the last things we did together. I think she heard me, the nurses thought so too.
I miss talking to her. We would get on the phone and talk for hours. I would call her on my ride home from work and then end up sitting in the car, long after I got home, still talking to her. I’ve tried to replicate that with others, but although I enjoy talking to everyone else too…nothing can replace our conversations.
I’ve been beating myself up all week because I couldn’t get out of first gear. Instead, I should have just been giving myself the space I needed. Keep that in mind yourself. It doesn’t matter how many years it’s been since you’ve lost someone. Sometimes, you just need to take some time and feel it.
Yes, I still miss her. Especially today. I miss her hard.
Thank you for sharing this story today. It is lovely and loving. Blessings, Michele
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I miss her too! Though we didn’t have the tv show or book thing we did a lot together from working on her kitchen to building furniture she purchased. May she be resting well and you have a better week.
She connected with each of us in a different way.
I just wanted to acknowledge this. You do her credit, and I’m sorry for your loss.
#GNUMichelle
Thank you.
So sorry, Jennifer! Grief is such a weird beast, isn’t it? Beautiful tribute to your sister–though I’m sure you’d give anything not to have had to make it.
Thanks, Rebecca. You’re right. I’d much rather be writing about the hysterical things we tended to get ourselves into. Maybe that’s something to work on in the future.
Nothing beats a great sister. I’m so glad you had one. What a nice tribute you wrote about her.
Thank you, Rita.
My heart goes out to you, Jennier.
Thank you, Carol.
Yes, I completely understand and for me it’s my birthday month. My sister was killed in a car accident in 1992 and she was only 29, 6 days before my birthday.
Stay strong but continue to grieve and share your memories.
I’m so sorry about your sister. Birthdays must be hard. I’ve written a lot about Joni and her death. I think, going forward, it’s time to start sharing the fun we used to have.
Your memories are a wonderful tribute to your sister and your relationship. You were both blessed.
Thank you. I really was blessed to have someone like her in my life.
Jennifer, so sorry about your loss. She sounds like a wonderful big sister. I agree, let yourself feel your feelings. There’s no other way.
Thanks, Laurie.