Everyone once in a while I get this nagging feeling that something is missing.

My sister and I were super close in age. We were 15 months apart and were called Irish Twins.

We were as different as night and day, she was very outgoing and I was very shy. She was brunette and I was blonde. She could think on her feet and I had to process.

We moved around a lot when we were young. Our family had weekend sailing trips and vacations together. We really got close during these times. My sister and I had so much history of shared experiences which was very comforting.

Her skills came in handy when we were growing up. I struggled explaining what I needed, so she would often talk for me. If I had a misunderstanding with a friend, she would call and get it straight.

Even in college we spend weekends and vacations together!

Our most special time was when we had babies three months apart. I remember she came up to help out and seemed so “together” as I was the new mom learning from her “baby” sister. She was a lifesaver as shared so many tips and tricks.

She died in a ski accident when our babies were almost 3 year old and I was pregnant. This is when my entire world changed.

Over the years I have had to deal with stuff that I really didn’t want to. It has forced me to not be shy, to stand up for myself and be more like my sister. There were many times I wanted to give up but I couldn’t, I had to press on.

I wish I could just reach for the phone and call her! I miss our long calls as she would help me process and solve my issues.

Over the years I just choked back the tears and held on through hardships. You don’t realize how vital they are to your life until they are no longer around.

Her memory lives on when I retell family stories. Although many do not realize this, I do enjoy talking about her.

I sure do love and miss my sister!