18 de May de 2011, a las 18:47
I miss my sister. Every night, at 10:00 or so, she used to call me on the phone, and when I asked her why… She’d tell me that her body told her… She wanted to hear my voice. I miss my sister. The smell of her shampoo. The way she could always convince me to read her another book. When you love someone like I loved her, they’re a part of you. It’s like you’re attached by this invisible tether, and no matter how far away you are,nyou can always feel them. And now, every time I reach for that tether, I know there’s no one on the other end, and I feel like I’m falling into nothingness. Then I remember Jean. I remember a life led with no enemies, no resentments, no regrets… and I’m inspired… to get up out of bed and go on. I miss my sister so much. 0″It feels like a piece of me
has been ripped off. Just one more time, I want to hold her. Ten more seconds… is that too much to ask? For ten more seconds to hold her?
But I can’t and I won’t, and the only thing keeping me from being swallowed whole by sadness is that Jean would kill me if I did. So, for now, I’m just going to miss her. I love you, Jeanie. Rest in peace.