It is ten years today since my sister Joanne died suddenly and all too young. We talk about her fondly and miss her deeply. In the time that has passed since she would have been proud of her husband and how he cared for their daughters as a single parent. She would marvelled at their daughters as they forged their way in the world. She would have been in her glory to attend her daughter’s wedding and to watch her newly minted son-in-law snag a home run ball on his wedding day.
After she died it struck me I had assumed we would all grow old together.
It can’t be ten years. It was only yesterday and at the same time it was a lifetime ago.