I had dinner with my sisters the other night. We had tenderloin and risotto. Jane was asleep to the sound of rain on her noisemaker. The crickets chorused in full force in the yard, and inside there was so much talking. Wonderful, sisterly, giggly talking.

I’ve missed all three of us being together. It’s like my right arm is missing when I don’t have it.

It was my favorite soundtrack. Jane’s sleep sounds on the monitor. Summertime outside. Laughing. I tried my best to soak it all in, storing it up for the ten months we’re without Becca again. It was wonderful.