I know what you are talking about. We just buried our oldest sister on Wednesday. Her funeral/homegoing celebration was the best that I have ever attended. I came home today from Indiana where she lived. I cried several times on the drive home, and when I got into my bedroom, I listened to her voice on my answering machine and cried some more. I wrote in my journal opposite the page where I had prayed for her healing from cancer. I cried some more. All I can think about is the long telephone conversation we had especially on Sundays after she moved from St. Louis, Missouri to Indiana. I could tell her all of my joys and troubles and she could tell me anything that she wanted. We prayed together on the phone and cried together. None of my other seven siisters knew as much about me as she did. I feel lost without her. As I am writing this, I am crying again. I don't mind the tears, I mind the void that is developing in my heart. I lost one of my brothers in 1982 and I thought that was the worst pain I could feel. This does not even compare. I lost my Dad in 2001, and the pain was no where close to this. I know that with time I will be able to think of her more often without tears. I know that she is in God's care and not in pain anymore. I know that Jesus was with her when she left. Even though I know all of this in my mind, my heart still aches so much. We talked on the telephones mostly on Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. What will I do when Sunday comes again?