Sister Love

My sister Pat died yesterday.Even though I knew she was battling liver cancer and that her time on the earth was short, her passing has still had a profound effect on me. She was the oldest of three siblings and because there was that 7 year age gap between us, she would often be the one to help my mother in caring for me as a baby and toddler. And though we lived 2000 miles apart, over the years I have always felt the strong bond and love that existed, and still exists, between us. There was great comfort in knowing that she was always there. 

Pat was the last of my nuclear family.And in a strange way it feels like I am now a little more alone in the world. A large part of the events, memories and family histories died when she did. I think what I feel the most is a sort of emptiness, more like a hollow spot that has been carved out of me that will take some time to heal. In the meantime, I'll cherish the memories.

One thing though Pat..Keep the scrabble board handy,. I'll beat you at it yet!