This week has been the first time my sister has returned to New York since our dad died. I've been trying to do things with her she never got to do in all the times she came in to visit him.
I know she is having a good time, but there still is that void. She misses his demands, his phone calls and his constant worrying. I do too, but I guess because I am here it has gotten a little easier.
I know she is having a good time, but there still is that void. She misses his demands, his phone calls and his constant worrying. I do too, but I guess because I am here it has gotten a little easier.
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