1,461 days after Alice died, which is to say on the 4-year anniversary of her death, I feel pain, and sadness, and I miss my sister. What's remarkable to me is I haven't cried at all. Will that change before I go to bed? It seems unlikely.
Did time do this? Is it a matter of spilling enough tears over the years?
Like many experiences in the aftermath of losing Alice, I struggle to accept the dry-eyed nature of this anniversary. At the same time, I marvel at how Alice's energy continues to permeate the world. She brought Sophie and me together today.
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