Went to church this morning. While that in itself is not that exciting since I try to go every week it’s what happened after church that has stayed with me. A woman that sits behind me in church with her daughter and granddaughter came over to talk to me. We started talking about Christmas and family and she said “you must miss your sister a lot”. It takes me aback when someone whom I have never been introduced to knows that my twin died. Then I think “why wouldn’t they? The whole world knows–or at least anyone that read the paper in Canada or saw it on the news”. 7 years later and it’s still hard to know what to say. A counsellor once told me “she’s remembered, that’s good”. It’s not like she knew my twin, not the person that I know. She justs knows the story of how she died. Or maybe thinks oh how sad. Nobody but me (and other twins) knows what it’s like to carry that emptyness everyday.