Past the initial shock, it doesn't much matter how much time passes, does it? Something happens and all of a sudden, you're reminded how much you'd like to share it with the one who isn't here any longer. Last night, I was going through a book in which my mom wrote her thoughts. I was reminded of her love and support and good common-sense advice, and I was also reminded that I'll never have anything exactly like that again. This August, it will be 15 years since she died - a lot more time than the 5 years since you lost your sister. It's love that makes it hurt so much and so long, and there's plenty of smiles and fond memories to go with the lonliness.

Hugs, friend.