My sister's secular yahrtzeit is today. Or possibly yesterday, since we aren't quite sure when she died; it was sometime during the night. On the Jewish calendar it is easier because it was certainly after dark - the 11th of Adar. There were two Adars that year. There are two Adars this year.
My sister has been dead for sixteen years now. That is as long as she was alive.
This is us shortly before she died. In this picture, she's wearing my clothes. We used to share clothes all the time. Last night when I went out dancing I wore a bustier that was hers. It was coincidence; I'd forgotten about the date. I am bad with dates. But it made me remember, later. A gentle reminder.
Knowing someone isn't coming back
doesn't mean you ever stop waiting.