Today is the 12th anniversary of my sister’s death. She has now been dead the same amount of years that she was alive. I don’t like this tip of the scale. It feels very much like she’s getting further and further from my life.
Last night, I had this bizarre dream where I saw my sister reaching for me. As I walked toward her, though, she fell further and further in to shadows. I can’t claim to know what happens after death, but I do hope it’s more than just shadows.
I’ll re-live the afternoon of her death over and over today. It plays out like a horror film. At any given time on any given day, those images flash in my mind. Today, though, they are in the forefront. I loved my sister dearly, and I hope that– in whatever form she’s taken– she knows I still do.