My younger sister would have been 19 today. Half of my heart lives in heaven and half lives with me trying to sustain a feeling that at times resembles hope. Maybe I can save my family and even myself. Maybe I can help others heal. It is such a battle to survive each day when half of me has been gone for six years. I wonder when the toll of having a half a heart will win and what is left can no longer do the work of two.
I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence. I often speak your name. All I have are memories, and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never part. God has you in His keeping...I have you in my heart.