Can't believe it's been one year since my little sister passed away.
I don't know where that time has gone. I've had my share of crying sessions, times when I've really missed her, memories recalled that bring laughter... and I guess that is the way grieving works - I think this is how it's supposed to be.
I won't spend the entire day tomorrow sad. Of course, parts of it will be sad remembering when I found out, that day - I cried all day. I always figured that people on tv don't really lay in bed and cry all day when they lose someone. But.. you do. Time passes and before you know it the day has past and it's dark out - the grief is overwhelming.
Jess would have wanted me to remember the good times.
She wouldn't want me to cry and mourn over her. She's up there eating "giant grapes."
Something that she dreamed doing in heaven just days before she died.
Crazy how you can't predict life or how it'll end. But, I miss her a lot.
