That is what my sister and I have become, bookends.
I will explain, I haven’t completely lost the plot (not yet anyway)
There was once six of us, two parents and four children. There are now 3 of us, one parent and two children. I am the youngest and my sister is the remaining oldest sister from a set of non-identical twin sisters.
The gap is very noticeable in my heart even though it has been 18 years since the death of my sister and almost 4 years since the death of my brother. It is like the six years between me and my remaining sister has become a signpost of the missing siblings. I don’t know of any other way of explaining it.
What I do know for sure is that it still really hurts at times.