Unprepared
It's Melissa's anniversary today, and I'm feeling wholly unprepared. I don't have something ready to post, don't have a photo to go along with it, and am having to type this on my iPhone. The biggest reason I decided to go on this Boston trip in September was for her anniversary, a way to celebrate her life. And yet the anniversary has seemed to sneak up on me.
When Lacey died this summer, the grief of Melissa's death returned to help me grieve Lacey. Is this what subsequent periods of grief will be like? Shadows of past grief returning as bit parts of the experience? But it did help remind me that things get easier, things get better, I get better.
I miss my sister just as much as I did the day she died, but the ache isn't as sharp or consuming. I would still give anything to have her back.
