It always surprises me, the deep ache in my chest when I wake up on June 11th. As if my body knows that a little bit bigger piece of my heart is missing on this day.
We went to the cemetery last night, as we do every year for her birthday. Mom made a wonderful dinner of her favorite foods then we brought flowers and balloons. Every year we each write a message on a balloon and release it into the sky. This year, as they flew away, Cici said "We should probably sing Happy Birthday!" So we did.
Happy birthday, my sweet, baby sister. I miss you every single day.