For the first time that I noticed today, I thought ‘my sister had epilepsy’ rather than ‘my sister has epilepsy’. I still wake up occasionally forgetting that she’s gone, but at some points of the day, she’s moved to my past. I’m sure that this is a healthy change, but I’m also sure you’ll forgive me the tears I’m shedding tonight.
That’s all.
not only forgiven but aproved of, it’s against the rules to bury emotions….. hugs.
((hugs))
You know somewhere along the way I missed this event in your life and it wasn’t till we got back from J&J’s that I put 2 & 2 together and realised why you were so sad. Sorry about that – hope you’ll forgive me. I expect I might have seemed confused, if not a little cold at J&J’s, but I genuinely didn’t know!
Tears are good. It all takes time and the pain bubbles up through the shifting sands of the process. x
My sister would have been 42 this week, which is also the 30th anniversary of her death. I STILL after all this time answer the “any siblings?” question with “I have a brother and a sister, but she died a long time ago”. I don’t actively grieve any more, obviously, but there is never a day that I’m not in some way conscious that I had a sister, in the same way that if I had a limb amputated, I would never cease to be aware that I used to have something that is now missing. So in the past is not ever forgotten.