Today is the 8th anniversary of my sister Karen's death; and I wanted to acknowledge how much she meant to me. 8 years seem like 8 days. I still have the urge to call her and tell her about something. I still so dearly wish I could share my grandchildrens growth - show Karen pictures - talk with her, oh if only I could talk with her.
Actually I DO talk with her and share all that I want to share, she just can't respond in a manner to which I am familiar. I "hear" her responses, her laughter. I "see" her, I "feel" her arms in a hug, her presence in the room.
I love you Karen and miss you pretty much every single day.