The past year has been one of big changes.
First, I finally decided to listen to the people who've said I should write and am busy writing short articles. I'd really like to do a newspaper column on different subjects - we'll see if I can accomplish that goal. So I've been writing more and one thing I've learned: I don't always know the word I am searching for, and I don't always spell properly. I'll need to be extra careful to look for my mistakes.
Then, I've also still been missing my sister. Every day I think of her! Grieving doesn't get "better" but it does get "different." I wonder things about her... like what her last thoughts were (yes I know, depressing thoughts), or I wonder if she'd lived what would she have accomplished the past year? Like me, there were so many things she was working on and wanted to do.
The past year I've also realized how close I was to my sister and grandma. I don't have that same connection to the rest of my family, and they don't seem to need that kind of connection like I do.
