I’ve been so tied up in my own little world the past few months that it didn’t hit me until I wrote the date in my journal today. . .
Now I know why the energy has been so off the past few weeks.
My sister, whom we always called B.A.(her initials), died of drug overdose just a few months short of her 34th birthday.
And I get to this point of the year every year and I think how much I miss her smile, her laughter, her joy. I miss her friendship.
But this year, it just seems so much more sorrowful.
It’s been 22 years since you left us, my beautiful sister. I miss you and love you every day. ❤️