Why did I not push our Tale of Two Sisters Blog more? Imagine if we had years of writings I could pour over? If I could go back and re-read your thoughts and (sort of) messages meant just for me? We only have a few posts before that blog crashes out, but reading through them is like hearing your voice. Not like the short form language we evolved to with texting, but real words with descriptive communication. I have little things now, here and there, that make me pretty sure you're still here. I'm waiting for a snarky text or meme at any moment. But as the days and weeks pass, I won't have that. The space will grow. How long can I maintain my sanity without having you at the other end?