Laura was my oldest sister. There were six years between us and I think we clicked. When she was in high school, I was her "secretary" and would call her friends to see if they'd want to get together. When I was in college, I visited her most weekends when I didn't go home and then student taught across the street from where they lived so I lived with her and her little family. We had some fun times. I was able to spend a lot of time with my nephew when he was just a little bitty boy... (Now he's all married and grown up.)
She and I did a couple of bike rides to raise money for the American Lung Association when I was teaching in Atlanta. I traveled with her some when she'd go visit her daughters in San Francisco.
She was easy to be around. Funny. Fun. No pretense. What you saw was what you got with her. She was creative. She loved her family deeply. She was easy to talk to. And I talked to her a lot -- especially after Mama died and while Laura was fighting her various types of cancer.
I last saw her one week before she died in April. We had no clue she was so close to the end, so I am especially grateful that she came to stay with us at the beach for our spring break.
I've told some people that when I want to talk to Harv now and realize I can't, the next person on my list is Laura.
So... there are some adjustments.
I am surrounded by wonderful family and friends...and I love them so much... But they're not Laura and they're not Harv.
I kinda like that you can't fill holes of people that you love. They've got their own spot... especially for them...in our hearts. No one else should even try to fill that spot. It can't be done.