I knew this day was coming. Every day I looked at the calendar and watched the date grow closer. It would soon be two years since I lost my sister, Rosie. The morning started out okay. As each minute ticked off, I felt little pieces of me crumbling away. When my daughter called, I could finally let go.
I say I’m sad, but that is such a small word for the intense grief I feel. I feel pain for my loss, but even more, I feel pain for my niece and nephew and their beautiful children who are growing up without their mom and their ‘Teedle’.
My beautiful daughter and her beautiful fiance gave me a locket for Christmas that has pictures of Rosie in it. The front is engraved with a rose and the words ‘forever in my heart’. Those four words tell the story. For the last couple of weeks I have remembered childhood memories, thought about our ‘sister’ time we shared in the mountains of Georgia, and looked at old photos. I want to remember every little thing about my sister. I want her with me. I still have a message on my answering machine but today I wasn’t brave enough to listen to it. Maybe in a few days.
Family is a funny thing. The people who know how to push your buttons. The people who drive you crazy. The people who come to your defense and stand by your side. The people you will protect with all the strength you have. I am blessed to come from an insanely passionate group of people. I’m one of the ones that lives ‘away’ and that is so hard sometimes. So hard.
Today I have gently remembered the little ripples that make up the waves in our lives. The gentle moment. The kind word and the passionate disagreement. The look in the eye. The honest revelation that brings you to your knees. Without these things I would be just a shell of a person and I am so thankful that is not who we are. I am so thankful we LOVE SO HARD!
Rosie, being without you was especially difficult today. I know you are here, but I want ‘more’. I read my friend Erica’s blog and it hit home. She talked about her own grief and how the one thing we all wish for when we lose someone we love is ‘more’ of something. Today I love my sister even more. I miss her more than ever.
I love you Rosie. And I miss you so much it hurts my heart.