Tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. She would have been 41, except of course she will be forever frozen at 37. Tanya was only 20 months younger than me, so she always enjoyed the time between June and October, as it was the only four months of the year she could claim we were just a year apart in age.
It’s a cliche, and I’m sure you’ve heard it before, but you never get over losing someone you love. It’s not like a wound that heals over. It’s more like losing a limb. You learn to live without the limb, but it never grows back, and you never, ever forget that it’s gone.
What’s more, grief is not at all as you’d expect it to be. My sister had been sick for many years and her death, though shocking, wasn’t entirely unexpected. I had actually visualised myself at her funeral many times before. I assumed that I would wail; I’m a very emotional person and it seemed like the logical response. But I didn’t wail. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even shed a tear for weeks.
And in the months and years afterwards, though I would break down on occasion in the privacy of my own home, I found that a wall built up around me in relation to my sister. I could talk about her with friends or my parents and stay completely devoid of emotion. Worse. I became guarded, defensive, almost hostile. I didn’t want to visit her grave and I didn’t want to meet with her friends to remember her. I’m sure the psychological explanation is that I was protecting myself from overwhelming emotion, but I still felt guilty for not opening up more. It seemed disloyal to Tanya not to demonstrate to the world how profoundly I missed her.
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Kerri
Thanks for posting this, when I started to read it, I thought OMG, this is about my sister and I. We were 15 months apart, she had Kidney disease starting at age 12, and passed unexpectedly @ 44 y/o. It has been 7 yrs now. I have felt all those emotions that you speak of. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of her and I miss her terribly. We were like twins, I'd get a haircut and she'd have the same one. We went shopping one time and both came out of the dressing room wearing the same outfit. We've had so many laughs and adventures together and thats what helps when I feel sad. Maybe our sisters are in heaven together, her name is Sandy.
Beautiful post and on a day, nearly 6 years after suddenly losing my Dad, but on which I burst into tears this morning, simply because I saw a photo of my Uncle starting to turn grey. Your words are so eloquent but really do hit a chord. It took me nearly 4 years to visit my Dad's grave and I too, took along some things for him - but then denied having visited when Mum asked me if I'd been, I still don't know why I did that. I hope that you and all those who loved your sister manage to find peace in the passage of time.