This past Sunday was my sister, Melissa’s birthday. If she were still alive, she’d have turned 54. Only she died 12 years ago from metastasized breast cancer.
I still miss her every day, although as the number of years stretch away from her death, it grows easier. Less sorrow and more smiling in happy remembrance.
This year on her birthday something special happened. My grandson was born!
His arrival will never fully take away the loss of my sister, but it has brought so much joy and love into our family.
It isn’t that he fills a void per se, but it does feel as though the circle has been completed. A circle I didn’t even know felt incomplete.