It will be eight years this December since the loss of my younger sister. I'd like to think things got easier as the years have gone on but they haven't. She has been appearing in my dreams lately so that makes me feel close to her. I often think about what she would look and sound like. I keep good memories close to me but still feel an enormous amount of guilt for any fight we had or any time I was mean to her. I admired her so much, and in a lot of ways wished to be like her. I have become extremely close to my other siblings, and have become strong in general. Every day is still a constant battle, but knowing she is at peace in a better place helps me.
