Tonight at sundown I lit the annual memorial candle for Merna — my only sister and best friend, who dared to leave me seven years ago tomorrow.

It’s a reminder, not only of the huge hole that losing someone close to you leaves in your soul, but also of the good times you shared for so many years: the youthful fights; the parties in young adulthood; the private jokes and whispered secrets; the travels and shopping trips and countless dinner-and-theater evenings of later years.

You know they’ll never come again . . . but you’re glad to have had them for as long as you did.

Rest well, big sister. I miss you.

Love,
Brendy
xoxo