My Sister In Heaven

Every time I tell a story about my Sister, it's because I'm afraid of how quiet the world has become without her in it. Remembering her isn't living in the past—it's carrying forward the love that never left.

Some people leave footprints on our hearts that time can never erase. Missing my Sister today and always.

Some people leave this world, but they never leave our hearts.
Missing you always, Sister.