Milestone Markers
I remember the day I turned 56. Two days later I would be officially older than my sister was when she passed away. More profound in my and my siblings markings was a year and half later when my younger sister turned 56 and two days, because now, J would forever be the youngest. I know from my own pain and what I witnessed from my husband after losing his younger sister, losing a brother or sister, especially unexpectedly, is so hard. I've forgotten, or least not really understood, what my husbands sister and brother have been experiencing the last 15 months. Maybe I was expecting something different than what I witnessed. Maybe I'm so focused on my own grief and that of my children, I don't see. I can never know what they feel in their hearts and minds. Today my sister-in-law is one day older than my husband was when he passed away, making her now the oldest sibling at 61 years, five months and nine days. I don't know why day markers mean anything to