I miss my sister. Every night at 10 or so, she used to call me on the phone and when I asked her why, she’d tell me that her body told her … she wanted to hear my voice. I miss my sister. The smell of her shampoo. The way she could always convince me to read her another book. When you love some like I loved her, they’re a part of you. It’s like you’re attached by this invisible tether, and no matter how far away you are you can always feel them. And now every time I reach for that tether, I know there’s no one on the other end and I feel like I’m falling into nothingness. Then I remember Jean. I remember a life led with no enemies, no resentments, no regrets and I’m inspired to get up out of bed and go on. I miss my sister so much. It feels like piece of me has been ripped off. Just one more time I want to hold her. Ten more seconds - is that too much to ask? For ten more seconds to hold her? But I can’t, and I won’t, and the only thing keeping me from being swallowed whole by sadness is that Jean would kill me if I did. So for now I’m just going to miss her. I love you, Jeanie. Rest in Peace.