I lost my sister when I was younger.
Sometimes I’ll hear a song she loved or see something funny that I know would have made her laugh.
For a moment, it’s like she’s right there.
I don’t claim to understand what happens to us after we die, but I do know the ways we affect one another continue long after we’re gone.
I see her influence in the things I say, the traditions I keep, and the way I love my own family.
That connection is real to me.