Happy Heavenly Birthday Joanne

This is a repost of an entry I made to my blog 4 years ago. I am so tired, I just don't have it in me to write a post that is worthy of my sister's memory today, and so I will repost...






I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness. ~Emily Dickinson



What's the good of news if you haven't a sister to share it? ~Jenny DeVries



How do people make it through life without a sister? ~Sara Corpening



Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow. ~Benjamin Disraeli



Between sisters, often, the child's cry never dies down. "Never leave me," it says; "do not abandon me." ~Louise Bernikow



Sigh.



I miss her. Deeply. More deeply now than three seven years ago when she died.



As I get older, I realize just how important the relationship that I had with Joanne really was. I hear my friends making plans with their sisters, I see older ladies who are clearly sisters, walking arm in arm in the mall. I will never have that closeness again.



My friends are wonderful, but my sister was my sister. We fought like cat and dog most of our lives, but the knowledge that she was there is so much more powerful now that she is gone. Even now, as the third seventh anniversary of her death approaches, I catch myself thinking, “I have to tell Joanne about this” and before the thought is even complete, I realize that I can’t tell her. Oh sure, I comfort myself by saying that she sees and hears everything now that she is in Heaven, but some days, that’s not good enough. Some days, dammit, I just want her back. I want to share my achievements and goals. I want to vent on her. I want her to give me advice. I want her to make me laugh again.



The hole is deep, just like the hole that my Dad left. Some days, it just seems to get deeper with time instead of slowly closing a little. I remember feeling this way about Dad…I think it may have even been his third anniversary that hit me so hard. I remember missing him so much that my chest ached. I feel that way about Joanne today. I miss her in the depths of my soul today. The physical ache is truly painful. I can’t even describe it.



I feel her around me some days and that comforts me, but boy I wish I could hug her one more time. I wish I could thank her for the impact she made on me and my family. I wish we could grow old together and knit sweaters for our grandchildren. I wish I could tell her I love her.



If you are blessed with a sister, call her today. Tell her you love her. Tomorrow may never come and you will wish you could tell her just one more time.

Happy Heavenly Birthday Joanne. You would have been 41 years young today. I miss you more than anyone will ever comprehend. RIP Sweet Girl.

Happy "would be" 40th birthday

Oh the party we would have had if you were here.

Lots of food, fun and friends to celebrate how awesome you were.

But, you're not here, you're There. And I'm here. So, Joe, the boys, Mum and I will have a red velvet cake in your honour. I hope you'll watch as we blow out your candles.

How I wish you were here and not There.

RIP Baby Sister.

To where you are...

Josh Groban - To where you are by RedPortiaOne

Hard to say good-bye

If I die young...

A song Joanne could have sung herself...

Joanne LOVED Shania Twain. She sang like her and even looked like her.

On my birthday, Mom posted this video on my wall, saying it was just SO Joanne...and it is...so I thought I would share it with you...Enjoy.

5 years

Five years have passed since I lost her.

Five long, short, quick, slow, painful years.

Some days it seems like yesterday. Others like 25 years ago.

I *still*, for a split second, think of calling her and realize I can't.

Damn I miss her.

Mom put an ad in the local paper today.

She has been on my heart all day.

The support of my Facebook friends has been phenomenal. Thank you for being there...I am blessed with friends that I wish were family.