Four

1,2,3,4 there’s my heart all over the floor.

I prayed for the last time 4 years ago on the cold floor of a hospital salon. My sister was unconscious at the time and I knew that it would be soon… the moment I had been preparing for, and yet for which I was never prepared.

Later that night, the inevitable happened. My sis went to a better place, or so they say. We are left picking up the pieces.

I am however better. I can finally talk about her and laugh. My sons know they have another aunt that is at the cemetery, and I can go there and just remember what a wonderful pain in the ass she was.

So, sis, we are ok… we’ll never be complete ever again but we have learned that a life with you briefly in it is far better than a life without knowing you at all. Thanks for the memories!