My sister passed away ten years ago today. I can still hear my dad’s voice at the other end of the line, “It’s Cecily, darling…”
She died in the middle of a clear cold night, the stars twinkling above her through the skylight. [I was three thousand miles away.]
Here she is, looking straight into me, as if my camera was never there. As if it was just the two of us, the sky, the ocean, and the sand. I often wonder what it would be like to see her again. The pain of the loss is so unbearable I would probably fall to the floor. But really, I would want to wrap my arms around her and tell her I missed her so. I look at this photograph when I want to see her again. Because, at least with this, I can see her there.
[I wonder how many miles apart we are right now.]
I love you, Cec.