03/03/2026
I was reading a great book called The missing half by and in it was this poem.
After reading this poem, I sat in it for a while.
After losing my sister in 2024, I am very lost without her. I felt I lost a witness to my life.
We were formed in the same story. Same roots.
We had the early memories and the same family language.
That kind of bond doesn’t end because a body does.
We are still:
Two branches of the same tree.
Only one branch is now in heaven.
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