This is kind of a hard time of year sometimes, because it's close to the end of the school year, and if she were still alive, my sister would be finishing... would it be second grade? Where have the years gone?

But today I simply am thoughtful, because I miss her, and my Grandpa, but I simply have not as much sorrow as daydreaming. (My Grandpa was whose headstone was scratched). Maybe it's because even though it hurts, I might be able to see her again? Or maybe I'm simply not as sorrowful? Maybe for right now I'm peaceful knowing that I can't change the past? I don't know why I'm peaceful at the moment, but I do know that I miss them, and always will, continuing to dream of the past, and remembering that I once had joy with them, and will treasure the times we had together, no matter how small. Perhaps that is my way of dealing with grief and pain?