Elizabeth A Reed
March 18, 2019
On March 16th 2019 it was 15 years to the day my sister left the earth. Every year come March first the day looms in the future and it’s terrible. It is so heavy and it just waits for me. I never know how I will feel on that day. And so I never feel prepared. If I try to feel nothing; I feel guilty. If I am sad; tears, headache and emotional exhaustion often follow. But with grief we often don’t get to choose; we just have to live it.
I’ve lived through this day 14 times since the first one. Sometimes time passing makes it easier and sometimes all I can think of is all the times that she has missed. And all the moments I have missed her.
I will speak about her to my children. I share about her with those who have also lost. And I will live as best as I can all the days I have left.
