it’s been nine months since my sister went to heaven.
Nine months without hearing her laugh, seeing her smile, or feeling the comfort of knowing she was just a phone call away.
I still struggle to wrap my head around the fact that she’s truly gone. Some days, the grief comes crashing in like a wave — an unexpected reminder that she’s not coming back, that I can’t share the little moments with her anymore. Birthdays, holidays, even ordinary days feel different now. Her absence is constant.
She wasn’t just my sister — she was my best friend, my confidant, my safe haven. She had this beautiful way of making everything feel okay, even when nothing was. Her laughter, her love, her strength… they still echo in my heart every single day.
There’s a part of me that feels incomplete without her. Grief doesn’t follow a schedule, and some days are harder than others. But I find peace in believing she’s at rest, smiling down on me, still guiding me through the storm — just like she always did.
I miss her more than words could ever express. But I carry her with me — in every lesson she taught, every memory we created, and every ounce of love she left behind.
Nine months ago, heaven gained someone extraordinary. And while my heart still aches, I’m forever grateful for the time we shared. I’ll continue loving her, missing her, and honoring her for the rest of my life.
Until we meet again, sis… I hope you know how deeply you’re missed and how fiercely you’re loved.
Next month, I’ll be with your babies. I’ll love on them, spoil them, and tell them stories about you — so they’ll always know the amazing woman their mama was.
