Sisters-circa 1994. I was18 and she around 16 and my shirt ironically says "Don't Look Back" but that's all I can do when I see this snapshot in time. You see, I will turn 47 this May & have spent more time on this planet without my sister than I had with her. I grow older but can not picture her any older. Tomorrow would have been her 44th birthday, yet I can't imagine her as middle aged woman. Feelings have always been hard for me to name, but I almost feel guilty for leaving her behind. Grief makes no sense sometimes. As I continue to age and my image in the mirror no longer matches my memory of her, how do I reconcile those things?
