On July 1 it is three years since my sister passed away.

It happened so suddenly - she found out she had cancer and a week later she was gone.

My mother and I were planning to see her (she lived in the u.s. and we live in Canada) after we found out the diagnosis but we were too late. We went to her city to arrange the funeral and take care of a few things.

I still miss her and feel guilty about not being there for her that week after we found out she had cancer.

The only good thing is that I got to speak with her on the phone a number of times and the last thing we said to each other was that we loved one another.

I have been reading and learning about grief to try to find some way of dealing with this but it's an individual process. We each find our own way.

So far I am learning to move forward, not move on. I won't be able to move on, but move forward...I think I can do that.