My friend Carole introduced me to a website called The Sister Project. There' a writing exercise on there, where you finish the phrase, "You know you're a sister when..." I like this exercise, because it reminds me that I still get to be a sister, even though Jenny's gone.
when you appropriate her memories, not being able to distinguish if something happened to you or to her.
when you have someone to fill in the blanks of your random associations. I called Jenny once and said, "What is the word I'm trying to remember? The one that the book Me and the Terrible Two was all about?" She didn't have to skip a beat. "Nepotism."
when you don't have to think about what you're saying.
when half your clothes are actually hers, and vice versa.
when you dream about her and all the world of having her comes back to you like it is just there waiting for you, if you could just summon it up at will.
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