especially when it happens so suddenly,
without warning,
without time to say goodbye.
She wasn’t sick.
She didn’t grow old.
She was just... gone.
A part of me disappeared with her
a piece of my life now forever missing.
My sister... is now a memory.
I know we all have to die one day,
but losing a younger sibling
breaks the natural order.
It shatters something inside.
I still remember the times we laughed,
the last phone calls
how I can’t bring myself to delete the number,
too afraid to call it,
too afraid someone might answer.
I keep hoping you'll show up at family events,
like you always did—
smiling, loud, full of life.
But the void is permanent.
Death is so uncertain.
And this pain
this heartbreak
was deeper than anything I've ever known.
It left me numb
for years.
