Four Months

It’s hard to believe it’s already been four months since my sister left this world. The ache of her absence still feels so fresh, like a wound that won’t quite heal. Some days, it’s as if she’s just a phone call away, and I forget for a moment that I won’t be able to hear her voice or share a laugh with her. But then reality hits, and it’s a reminder that she’s now in a place where pain no longer exists—where she is surrounded by peace and love.

I find myself reflecting on the memories we made together—the silly moments, the heart-to-heart talks, and even the quiet times when we didn’t need to say anything at all. She had this way of lighting up a room, making everyone feel seen, loved, and important. I feel so grateful for the time we had, even though it was far too short. Today, she is certainly smiling at her kids as they put up the tree together, something we always did together over video chat.

While I miss her more than words can express, I take comfort in knowing she is in heaven, watching over all of us. I know she is surrounded by beauty and love that surpasses anything we could ever imagine. Four months may have passed, but her spirit continues to guide me, and I will carry her in my heart always.

I love you, sis. Until we meet again. 💖