It’s been almost three weeks since my sister died, and, surprisingly, the good memories start to beat out the emptiness and the immense sadness of losing her. I never posted a picture of her here, because she was very picky about what she considered good photos, and she could never make her mind up which photo to post, but as I went through thousands of photos from her 34 years creating two photobooks the last two weeks, I found some that I especially loved. Maybe they weren’t the best photos, but the memories attached made them outstandingly good.
It will be a while before a day passes without a deep ache occuring at random times, missing her. But with the pain of her loss I am eternally grateful for the 34 years I had her as my sister.