so sorry for your loss .. razorblade.
Every year I wade through the date that my son died. It is getting easier to visit the cemetery.
I go through all the things that he had not experienced in his tiny, tiny life and the fact that I will never be able to see him grow and laugh and cry.
I carry him gently in my heart and hold the "forget-me-not" flower as a symbol of him. Whenever, I see those little tiny flowers it brings an adoring smile to my face as I think of him.
thanks for sharing your thoughts and memories about your sister
BIG HUG
Special K