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December 15th is a hard day for me.
On December 15th, 2011 (2 yrs today) I lost my cousin/sister to liver/colon cancer at the age of 43. All childhood memories I have of are of us together. Today as I sit here with a heavy heart, I try to smile through the tears. I know she would not want me to be sad. But its very hard. I remember the last time I saw her before she knew she was sick. She came over and we were sitting outside just shooting the breeze and having quality time together. It didn't happen enough. Life got in the way. She was a teacher, a wife, and a mother of three girls and even through we lived like 5 minutes away from each other it certainly wasn't like when we were young and joined at the hip. Like I said Life got in the way. We only had her from diagnosis to her passing for 6 months, but I was by her side more then than I had been before diagnosis. Do I feel guilty about that? Absolutely. Why? Why did I not stop over more? Why were other things so more important? Why was she al
