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[The_jackalope]

34. "New normal" is a very good way to describe it.

I lost my kid sister 25 years ago to throat cancer when she was just 36. The feeling of cosmic injustice really ripped me up, and put my parents' marriage to the ultimate test (which they passed.)

The hole left by her death is still there, but I've made friends with it over time. Now when I go up to the edge of that hole and peer in, she is there in all her beauty. The hole that was once a gaping wound in my life has now become her home in my memory.

I'm confident that the same change will happen this time too, and that makes me less fearful of the coming grief.