It is two years since my sister, Jackie, took her last breath.

I still catch myself wanting to reach for my phone and call her.

I still find myself wishing I could tell her about the latest little quirk of life that made me laugh, or to simply hear her voice telling me to slow down. Life isn’t a race.

Yet, though I can’t, I know, the love that she shared so freely, is still flowing all around and in me.

I am so blessed.

The Love That Never Dies
by Louise Gallagher

When does grief die, 
and quietly slip 
into missing 
the presence 
that vanished in one last breath?

When does each breath 
you take 
stop holding 
the sharp tang of a loss
you cannot replace?

When does the pain 
of reaching out 
to a number, disconnected
begin to ease 
into remembering the voice 
you can never hear again?

Perhaps, remembering 
is their love 
walking hand in hand, 
carrying you through the grief 
to the Love that never dies.