Yesterday was ‘one of those days’, those days that take you to places that once were…it drizzled and was cold; the sun stayed hidden in the sky, and I settled inside. The winter gloom lurked and moved me towards melancholy that made me wish I could call her.
I wanted to know what she would cook for supper and then exchange grumbles about the winter weather, and ask if she had planted her potatoes yet? I wanted to spend a minute with a tender mention of our mother or a funny recollection of our dad…I wanted to experience those little moments, those tiny fragments of life …that could only be shared with a sister… we shared the little things, the hard things, and, for a time, we shared our lives.
Some days the hurt is as it was in that raw moment years ago...I will miss her always…
p.s.
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