Missing

"...something new is created when the person you love dies.

Because they are not the only ones who die: you die, too. The person you were when you were with them is gone just as surely as they are.

This is what you should know about losing somebody you love. They do not travel alone. You go with them."

Augusten Burroughs


My sister died today. She was 47.
Half of me will be forever missing.