Yesterday afternoon, while digging for some tax documents. I came across an anniversary card from 1993. It was from my big sister, Joyce, who died less than two years later.
The tears flowed, and all I could think was, "I miss you so much!"
Joyce had a capacity for showing and sharing love that none of the rest of us seem to have been blessed with. There was a connection between the two of us, in particular; in the last decade of her life, I moved to Oregon and she got sick. But we held on to each other for dear life.
So I dreamed about her last night, something I haven't done in a long time. I don't even remember the dream...I just remember it was so nice to see her, to say her name and have her right there looking at me.
It felt like home.
When remembrances warm our hearts rather than break them it is a treasured experience.
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