I hope time helps it pass. November 3 was the first anniversary of my sister's death, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was hopelessly low for two weeks before and two weeks after, and I'm just now getting to where I am not thinking about it constantly. Except that with the holidays here, the thought kept coming to me, "Well, this was the second Thanksgiving without her" and now I'm thinking "This'll be the second Christmas we spend without Bess."

This is an especially hard time of year to deal with grief. Her birthday was rough, too, but for me the anniversary of her death is even harder to take.