I just looked up at the clock and discovered that it is 24 hrs. to the minute (the exact minute) that my sister took her last breath. Why, I wonder, would I look at the clock at the minute she dies? I remember so well what it was like at this time last year. I was so worried and so scared even though I had her three daughters with me. I was so helpless except for giving her meds to help ease any discomfort she might be having. It was in the morning that the Hospice minister, Cecil came and talked with her for the last time. He came out of the bedroom and said she was finally at peace with everything and was ready to pass one. I don't know what all they talked about but I do know that she had to accept the terrible things that had happended to her throughout her life. Past Cecil was so great. She sure liked him. I have a whole in my heart tonight. It's almost as though the painful grieving is starting again. I hope I don't fall apart again. I've managed to get myself stronger little by little this year even though there is not a day that I don't talk about her to someone. We finally had a buyer for her house. It's not the best deal but with the economy the way it is I feel fortunate to even sell. And on the anniversary of her dealth it appears we will have the contract. Perhaps her greatest goal in life was to leave her children an inheritance. She trusted my husband and me to make it happen for her. It's hard but we're honoring our promises to her. Gosh, I miss her.