The silly names she made up for the kids' stuffed animals.
The way she could nurse a beer for hours.
The way she loved my boys.
Her no-nonsense way of giving us all tough love when we needed it.
Her potato salad.
Her house on Christmas Eve.
The way she loved my husband and laughed at his jokes.
Being with her at the beach.
Our talks on the way to work in the morning.
Our talks on the way home from work in the afternoon.
I miss my sister.
I just miss her so much.
It hurts everyday, but for some reason it hurts a little more tonight.
I love you Zhea.