I have really put off posting on here. Sometimes I feel like I need a blog for my life and another blog for my feelings. Those two things don't necessarily go hand in hand.
I disagree with the fact that this will get better in time. For me, it will never get better. I just have to change and adjust.
A friend at church lost her sweet son who was around the same age as my sister. I find comfort in her. I don't have to explain anything or even say anything because she just gets it and sometimes that is exactly what I need.
I lost my sister on a Friday and I find myself measuring in Fridays. I'm trying to find pleasure in the little things that come along. My sister left me an antique Coke cooler. It's rough and I finally put it in our bedroom on a small table I found at an antique store. I am using it to store keepsakes of her in. My sweet cousin texted me to show me what she had found at the gas station and randomly grabbed. That was last Friday. It made me smile as if my sister was glad where I had put that Coke cooler she loved.
I was looking through some papers tonight and came across this letter. My sister said "I love you very mush and I wish you didn't hat to go to college." I feel like wise. I love her very mush and wish she didn't hat to go away either.