I miss my sister-in-law.
I can say it now without feeling angry or guilty. I just miss her.
I am sad that she is not part of our lives. And I don’t romanticize it.
Life with Vicki was tough.
She was manic depressive, bi-polar. And her mood swings were often painful.
But she was my daughter’s aunt.
Even though they never met.
And when my daughter asked me recently where her aunt was, I answered without thinking.
“She is in a box in your grandmother’s closet”
And now she wants to see her.
And I certainly don’t want my daughter to think of her aunt as a pile of ashes stuffed inside of a closet.
But that is exactly what she is.