She was in the ground now. The were throwing fistfuls of dirt on top of her, cementing that she wasn’t coming back. This was no mistake. Caoimhe was gone. Forever. The priest told my parents that God had taken my sister’s soul to heaven, but he forgot to mention that Caoimhe had taken my soul with her. I knew she had. There was a piece of me in the ground with her. I could feel it. A hollow, gaping ridge in my chest where she used to be. Where I used to feel.
