Things I miss most about my sister...

Your blog about home sparked thoughts and emotions in me.
So many that, let's face it, a comment would have been ridiculous!

Home misses you too!
Family dinners still taste good, but have less flavor. Your empty chair is a constant reminder of the hole in my heart.
I know it has been the journey of your lifetime. A journey necessary for you to take. And your journey has worn well on you.
Your success and growth as a person are a testament to that. You are in the right place. doing the right things. and although it pains me to say it, for now, home is right where you are.
I do miss things. Man do I ever miss things...
I miss the girly little room we shared. With all the girly little porcelain 'pretties' and floral patterned everything. Pepto Bismol pink - I think I called it. I used to HATE that room.
I miss sleeping next to my sister. You were so cozy.
I miss stealing your eyeshadow when you weren't looking. You always had the best makeup.
I miss singing with you, it was like this perfectly wound thread. Nothing has ever come close to that...
I miss being your partner in crime, except for that time you ran over that kid's sack lunch, that was just pure evil.
I miss teasing you mercilessly - you were always such an easy target...
I miss being able to chuckle every time you gagged yourself with your toothbrush, you must have done that everyday for our whole lives!!
I miss having little things to talk about, like which earrings to wear - the kinds of things you can only do face to face... Or joking about "whatever should I wear today?" when we went to private school together and had to wear uniforms.
I miss you dropping by at the exact moment that I needed a friend.
I miss the fact that I could know the minute I should be expecting a phone call to let me know that you got home safely.
I miss the phone calls in a moment of great peril, when I could tell you came to me for help first. (I don't miss the moments of great peril, just the fact that I was your refuge)
I miss the frequent hair dyeing. The shop-talk. I miss having stir-fry with you.
I miss your presence, your faithful, happy presence.

I miss the tiny, daily events that you never notice until they're not there.
I miss you!
I love you!