I think it was July 8 to be exact, I lost my beloved sister.

It was only a few months ago that I'd have thoughts I wanted to share with her, and would think something, eg.
as if it could be written down and mailed, only to realize, then, I was having a daydream.

I don't know what to say about grief except it doesn't seem to be a linear process, if it's a process at all.

You're right, it's not linear. I lost my Dad in 1988. Maybe five or six years after he died I found myself walking from the train station to my office and suddenly bursting into tears. I have no idea why.

Condolences again, Daniel. I remember when you lost your sister you alluded to the depth of your sorrow, which you found impossible to face wholly at the time – even to face its reality. (somewhat hesitantly) I asked you if you could tell us something about your sister, what she was like. You thanks me for asking, and said you would when and if you could.

Perhaps that time has come, when telling us more about her and your relationship would provide some relief from your pain - that your closeness was such that you couldn’t really deal with it while it was so fresh.

Condolences, Daniel.

My family shows up in my mind, sometimes too much.
My siblings are still wrong, but will never change.