At every wedding someone stays home.

If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.

Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy.

I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of gray, the glass half empty or full, depending on your view. In my life, there has been little that I have done first or better than the one preceding or following me. Of all of us, though, I am the only one who has been broken.

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

See for me, it’s immediate. Silence is so freaking loud.' This seemed either deep or deeply oxymoronic. I wasn’t sure which.

Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.