I knew it was coming...

This post may be on the sad side. If you are here to read something uplifting and happy, it certainly isn't the day for that. Fair warning.

My brother and sister both passed away almost 14 years ago. They were 7 and 9. I was 13, and it was the summer before I started high school. I miss them both very much, and there are three dates will be forever burned into my memory.

Each of their birth dates and the day they died.

Until early this afternoon, I had forgotten all together that today would have been my sister's 23rd birthday. Which is absurd to me. She was basically still a baby when she died, so it just pains me to think that if the accident didn't happen, then she'd be a grown up, possibly with a family, and would know my family.

It's hard on days like today not to think about what might have been. I have been given great advice from a lot of different people, and the one thing that tends to come up most often is to not worry about what the future might have held for them. That it would just make me crazy.

If anyone who is reading this right now has ever given me that particular piece of advice - you were right.

Anyway, I just wanted to write this post to recognize my sister's life. She was a wonderful child, who looked up to me (who would've thought??). We fought, as sisters do, but then sometimes she'd ask me to lay with her, and sing Silent Night, even though I can't hold a tune worth a damn. She was happy, goofy, and loving and kind.

I miss my little sister, and I wish she were here more than anything right now.


'Til next time, I promise I will be happier then.