Thursday, July 28, 2011

...

Deep into the night she and I would talk.  "I'm not long for this world, Steph."  She'd take a pause of silence and for me, that void of sound with her sigh of sadness peaked the comment's drama.  I hated the drama.  I'd rush a sprinkle of "Oh just stop it, stop saying that" into the conversation but she'd press her belief firmly into the mind of mine denying credence of her thoughts. 

But she was right. 
Just dead for a day and I already miss my sister.

1 comment:

  1. She will always be with you, Steph. Not in the same way, of course. But, if you pay attention she will find little ways to let you know she's there & she's ok now. She will always be your big sis watching out for you... she's just got a better view now. Love you, hang in there.

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