She died when she was 8 and I was 10, it was a long time ago and for a lot of the time life goes on and I don't think too much about her. But 2 things lately have brought her to my mind.
Firstly DD (also 8, which is bittersweet) found a book with my sister's name written in it which led to questions which led to me telling her about what had happened. We never had before but I always knew it would come. She was typically underwhelmed - let's face it an aunt she never knew is not really a big deal to her - but speaking about it was odd and unsettling for me.
Then on top comes all the royal wedding hype about the lovely Middleton sisters and I feel so envious of their clearly close relationship. I had only one little bridesmaid at my wedding as none of my friends wanted to be one and that still hurts 10 years later because the one person who should have been there wasn't. We laid my bouquet on her grave the day after which is really all we could do.
I so wish she was here and wonder what our relationship would have been like. Also how different all of our lives would have been - my parents split up after her death, my mother has remarried twice, once to an evil abusive bastard but luckily now to a lovely kind man. I didn't speak to my father for years and although we have a great relationship now the repercussions of all of the above have coloured everything in my life.
No point to this rambling post but I am feeling low today - probably just post-holiday blues but also sadness, bitterness and resentment that I have lost someone who should have been a major part in my life and how that loss has shaped everything since :(