I had begun to get an inkling of how much I chatted with my sister while she was in the hospital, because she was sleeping often and didn't reply right away when I texted.
But now I keep reaching for my phone to text and...she's not there.
She'll never be there.
And as complicated as it can be with a sister -- because I'm not going to lie and say it was sunshine and roses every day of our lives, it wasn't -- I miss her. I miss her more than I miss mom.
This is horrible.
And hard.
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