It's been so hard sis. Everyday I wait for you to knock on the door and say,"Hey baby girl. Miss me? What's for supper?". I am with you Mandy, every second of every day, even when I'm drowning in work, I'm still with you. I eat and remember how you taught me to enjoy our meals together. I sleep and I think about you in your funky pj's. I wash my hair and think about how I hate my shower because it's not as great as the one in your house. What am I going to do? Life doesn't feel livable anymore. I just exist, trying to help people even when they don't want me because I feel like if I just help as many as I can it will make up for not being there to help you when you needed me the most. I don't want to do this anymore. As mad as this sounds, I still worry about you. Where are you? What are you doing? Do you miss me wherever you are? I can't accept that because you aren't here physically, that you aren't somewhere else in the next form we take when we leave this place. If that's the case then it would be normal for me to worry about my sister, right? Am I losing my mind? I love you, hon. You are still my best friend.

Your baby sister
Wendy