I’ve never really lost someone. I’ve lost an acquaintance. I’ve had an acquaintance who lost a hand.
Last week I lost my sister. She’s not dead. She moved to Germany.
You may say that’s not far away. She’s just one hour away in modern times’ transportation methods. I may say it is far away. She used to live mere twenty minutes away in ancient ways of travelling – walking.
I miss my sister. The dog misses her – I think?
However, her moving away is what ignited this blog. I felt the urge to write about it. And what better way to cope with intimate feelings than putting it on the internet for everyone to read.
Stay tuned.