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I associate the first of May with flowers. That’s partly because of spring and mostly because I buy flowers in remembrance on the anniversary of my sister’s passing. This year I chose pink ruffled tulips. It’s been nine years. I’ve often wondered if it gets easier with time.

I don’t know.

The pain has partly given way to peace – or so I tell myself. There are still occasional pangs of sorrow. Of course. There are still tears. I can’t help it.

I miss her so much.

Happy birthday, Kris.

You are still missed, every day.