My sister Shirley would have turned 79 today, August 2. Three years and 32 days since her death, and the ache of missing her is as deep as it ever was. No drugs, no time passing will change that.

This photo is one of a series from a wedding in Arizona. Shirley brought her youngest son with her. He’s now a father of four. Time flies, but the heart never forgets.

My sister Shirley would have turned 78 today, August 2. I don’t know when the feature photo was taken but it was sometime in the 1960s. Even though the photo is decades old, it’s how I remember her. In my memory, no matter how much I change, she doesn’t.

I miss her. She knew how to party.