Today at 4 a.m. we got the news that my husband's sister was killed in a car accident. We've been with the family all day ... and it still isn't real to me. I've held family while they cried and it's like something inside me is broken. I can't cry yet, but I will.
If I go back to her parent's house it feels like she will be there. Surely I will walk in and see her face again. The last time I saw her really wasn't the last time ... was it?
I can hear her voice. I can see her face. I still remember what it felt like the last time I hugged her. I was an only child until I married into this family. She was my sister. I can't believe she's gone.