I just spent the last hour, looking through photo albums for a nice picture of my sister Barb. Apparently, she was the one behind the camera, as she managed to escape being in many of the photos. I wanted to remember a happy time because 17 years ago, this day, Friday, the 13th of March, 1998 she was run over by a train at the place where she worked. I, the one who usually remembers this day, did not until...I wound up at my Dad's house today and one of the first things I said to him was how did you live so long without Barb. And then I said, didn't you worry about us, her sisters and brothers, and how we felt? I said (relating my feelings of losing Haylee) that this sucks and he nodded his head. And then he said: Isn't it nice, all the things people are saying about Barb today? I looked at him and thought, OMG, today is March 13! It was then, that I remembered. All day, I felt that something was wrong or something was missing......
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