My Sister Would Understand

After a visit with my mother, I miss being able to share it with my sister who used to live in California. She would have laughed over my mother’s quirks and been interested in the trivial details. Since she couldn’t visit as often, she really liked hearing about my visits.

It was the first time I’d seen my mother or my brother since Laura died. So that was hard, especially since my brother and I were the ones who went to California and saw her a month before she died. Good news is that his, “Yep, yep, yep,” no longer makes me want to punch him. (He said it a lot in California.) We talked, both heavy stuff and light. He’s going to be a Grandfather.

Life is good. But I miss my sister.

About Katherine Lato

Writer, thinker, observer and participant in life.
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