Missing my sister...the real McCoy
Days like today.... I miss my sister. Not the one taken by a terribly misunderstood disease, my real sister! My sister that loved to sing, dance, and make others happy with simple acts of kindness. Growing up, she was mine until the age of 12. Now, I see the friendship sisters have....and I seriously have to remind myself it's okay to be sad. It's normal to grieve the loss of having a "normal" sister....but jeez, I'd like say I was over it by now. She's beautiful to this day, in every way. Her struggles aren't alone as my mom has been by her side. My mom and I are both stronger women....but my sister, ugh....I wish she didn't have to live such a constantly tough life. Mental illness is a terribly misunderstood disease. Unfortunately, the disease has now diminished her body to cause physical pains too. If I could take all the hurt and pain, I would! Obviously, I can't -- in turn, I just pray that anyone suffering (to...