Surviving irreplaceable loss.

Surviving. And thriving.

Part of what this first month walking grief’s spiral has shown me — really clearly — is that my sister Barbara is irreplaceable.

I’m never going to find another human being to be the friend, listener, confidant, and story holder that my sister was in my life.

It’s just not physically possible, considering there’s no one left on the planet who knows me as long as she did. In fact, I’m out of bio-sisters now.