I miss you, Karen

The playful way a brother and sister interacted in response to a comment I made on FB has me really wishing you were still around to give me shit once in a while. This follows a reminder last night from my bride about how you always got under my skin. That second guy (to be polite) mom married always used to tell us how much we'd appreciate each other when we got older, but he had no idea how much I'd miss you.

Blindsided by this today.