Forty-Four Years And Counting

It has been forty-four years since you passed away. That’s forty-four years I have needed my little sister. Forty-four years of crying, not fully getting over how you were taken away. Forty-four years of not being able to hear your laughter or give you a hug. That’s forty-four years and counting, of me being lost in this world without you. That’s forty-four years of wishing the outcome was different. Sally, I miss and love you so much!