Sandra
Would we be best friends or enemies? I can’t help but think we’d be the best of friends, that we’d have stayed up late into the night sharing secrets, that we’d have been inseparable, sharing clothes, music, and whispered secrets about boys. I find those thoughts a lot more comforting than the worry that we’d have hated one another. I'd rather the bittersweet feeling of loss than to feel comfortable in thinking that I haven't lost anything at all.
Thoughts of my sister invade my mind often, and I’m ashamed that I try to drown them out with work, worry, and day-to-day tasks. It's not that I don't want to think about her. Instead, it hurts when I do. My sister Deanna was born with a congenital heart defect. From day one, my parents knew she was on borrowed time. They enjoyed ten bea
