I'm trying to keep a good, healthy state of mind about this, so I keep talking about my house-to-be, my witchy son and stuff. But today is the first anniversary of my oldest sister's death.
I think that nothing I say here will really be enough to describe the terrible months we all went through as we watched, with impotent hands, while she was so ill with her brain cancer. It was devastating for us, specially my mother, and it definitely changed us all. I only thank we have this insane sense of humor that keeps us on the sane side of life (maybe those who are like us will understand what I mean). And I remember the wonderful, supportive words of care I got here from my blogger friends, something that hepeld me a lot.
I keep wondering... in one year of living in another dimension, evolving, getting purer/brighter, how my sister's spirit is right now. I only know that I miss her everyday, but when a date like this comes, feels like we get the hit with a stronger hand. Coincidently (as if there was such thing), in a few days I'll be celebrating Samhain.
Wherever she is, I hope she's in peace, and surrounded by a beautiful light.