I wanted to think that no one in the world could miss her as much as I did. I wanted to feel offended by her death. I wanted to wrap up my grief, frustration, and anger over my sister's death, and never think about it again. There was nothing anyone could tell me; and mostly they never attempted to tell me, anything about her or how I was handling her death. I had difficulty in most daily activities. I didn't want to get out of bed. I was disheartened by people whose lives seem to keep going. I didn't understand why, even the world, seemed to keep spinning. There was pain in simply hearing...