It never gets easy
On Friday the thirteenth in April of 2001 my baby sister breathed her last breath. A hole opened in my heart and has never healed. To have her joy, laughter, sense of humor, and smile leave this world forever was the cruelest thing of all.
I mourned her then. I mourn her now. Mary, it still feels like it was only yesterday that we spoke on the phone. I miss you. I love you.
Posted on April 13, 2012, in In memory of... and tagged Author, Caregiver, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Doggonedmysteries 
Thanks, I was thinking about my dad tonight.
Any time you need someone to talk to little Cuz, I am only a phone call away.
We always mourn. I miss my dad and I miss my grandmother terribly and they’ve both been dead for years. Little things trigger my memory and I mourn their loss again. People say it gets easier. It doesn’t get easier; I am accustomed to the feeling when it hits. I know how to accept the momentary pain and then file it away as much as possible, while retaining the memories. {HUGS}
Thanks, it was not an easy day today. Even the Muppet Movie triggered tears…we used to watch it together….