Someone I miss a lot

I miss my older sister, Sharrise, a lot. She passed away when I was younger and not a day goes by that I don’t think of her. First, I think of all the memories that we shared. All the jokes and stories and late night movie nights. She was my best friend, I told her everything and vice versa. When she passed away, it felt like I had lost the only person in the world who understood me, and loved me for me. Second, I think of all the memories we didn’t get to make. The memories that usually come with age. Like me sneaking out the house to go to parties and telling her to cover for me. Or her letting me finally be the one to drive us places. And the one that I think of a lot is us taking our first drink together when I turned 21. She loved a nice, aged glass of red wine. I’ve always wanted nothing more than to be able to drink a glass with her while having endless conversations. You know those type of conversations that just keep going and going in a thousand different directions? That’s the type I want more than anything. Last, but definitely not least, I miss having an older sister. I have another one, but we’re not nearly as close as Sharrise and I were, so it just feels like an empty hole that I will never be able to fill again. I have a lot of brothers so I guess I should count my blessings in the siblings area, it’s just hard. Sharrise was the type of older sister that would make sure everyone knew that she was the oldest. In a good, funny way of course. The type of way that would make a school bully rethink bullying her younger siblings. She loved all of her siblings hard and out loud. I miss feeling that love physically, but I know she’s still there to make me feel it spiritually and emotionally. Whenever I’m nervous, or overthinking something, I think of her and almost instantly feel better. It was like she wasn’t scared of anything? I know that’s not true, but when you have a favorite superhero, you too will think they have no fears.