A Simple Look at a Not-So-Simple Life

Three Years

It’s been three years since my sister’s death. I wish I could pick up the phone to call her. I wish I could watch her enjoying her two-year-old granddaughter and acting giddy with excitement over her grandson who is expected to join us in July. I wish. . .


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4 thoughts on “Three Years

  1. Three years, wow. Thinking of you.

  2. Anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions make those memories so much more real. Not much I can say except I care and will keep you in my heart for now.

  3. Oh gosh….I remember the day, and the days leading up to, and following…you honor her and her life when you celebrate her this way!

  4. The way you ended this post with “I wish…” encapsulates the lingering yearning grief leaves behind.

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