I had an interesting conversation with my neighbor this afternoon. She asked me if I ever had days where I really missed my sister. I said everyday. I told her it was one of the reasons for my journey this summer. The pain was so great I just couldn't take it. I told her about the days driving through the west I would pull over and just cry because I missed her so much, it hurt so much. I never felt I could tell anyone that before.
No one seems to understand the empty place in my life and heart I have since she left. She was my sister, but more than that she was more of a mother than my mother and she was a fantastic friend and so encouraging and loving. I think that is what I miss most is her unconditional love for me.
I got into an argument with my parents after her death. Actually it was more of them telling me everything that was wrong about me and they proceeded to tell me all the things Virginia had said about me. Yes, I know. That was her greatest characteristic she knew I wasn't complete, but she still loved me.
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