It is approaching a year since my sister died, I spent the first six months pretending it wasn't true, the next six months trying and failing to accept it. I miss her. When I bring up her image in my mind, she is always giggling. Like my mom, she in some ways had a difficult life, but always saw the light in the world. As my mom once told me, "Oh, honey, the good times far outweighed the bad." I'm trying so hard to learn that important lesson.
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