At a loved ones Tombstone

According to the gravestone, it had only been two years. He felt as if it had been longer, yet in an odd way, he felt like the laughs and heart-to-hearts had happened just yesterday. She was the girl he had loved the most, and the girl he had loved the longest. Tears started to form in his eyes, and he let them go. After all, he was never ashamed to cry in front of her before, so why start now? He wondered what she would think of him now, with his new job and apartment. Even more, he wondered what she would think of his new girlfriend. He gave a soft smile thinking about how the two were similar. "She's a lot like you, Sis,” he whispered. He thought of the highs and lows in the time since she had been gone. He would catch himself whispering, "I wish Sis was here.” Not just for the life-changing events, but in the day-to-day events as well. In fact, few days had gone by where he didn't think, "I miss my sister.” He just hoped that she knew somehow, in some way, in whatever form of afterlife there was, that he missed her. He hoped she knew that he went on living most days with a smile on his face, as she would have wanted, but deep down he always felt as if something were missing, because something was missing. He had been robbed of the most important thing in his life, and he felt it. It wasn’t as if he took her for granted. "I love you’s” were often exchanged. He had no regrets about the way he lived his life before she was taken, but that didn't help the gnawing emptiness. He missed her advice. That blend of loving, stern, and understanding advice that only a sister can give. He thought of the times that her smile changed the course of his day. Her hug, her strong shoulders that he had leaned on, and how he could have used them during these past two years. He thought of some of the things he used to say about her. Things like, “I don't know what I would do without her.” Things people say without really considering their real life implications… "I dream of you. I dream that you are still here, and that you are happy, and no matter what the world throws our way we can handle it. We always could, but without you sometimes I feel like I can't. I am so much more dependent than you are. You never needed me. Well, you did,but you didn't come to me nearly as much as I came to you. You would be dealing with this so much better than I am," his voice cut out as the sobs took over. “I guess," he recovered, "I guess I just wanted you to know, to remind you that… You know… I miss you, I'm thinking of you, and I love you, Sis. It sucks. It sucks so much that you are gone. I'm doing good, but it still sucks." Silent tears streamed down his face. He felt a soft kiss on his cheek, and an even softer hand holding his. "I'm sorry that I didn't get to met her," said a small comforting voice. He smiled. "I was telling her earlier how I see some of her in you." "So, would she have liked me?" "She wouldn't have been too keen on you at first. We always got weird when the other would end up with someone and we could tell that it was going to be a big deal. Partly out of just being protective and looking out for each other. But also partly out of losing our place in each other’s lives I guess. But you love me. You make me so happy and give me so much peace, and for that she would have loved you." She wiped his tears away and brushed his hair off of his face. "Think you are ready to go home, Love?" he quietly nodded. As the two left the cemetery hand in hand, she turned around. "Don't worry," she said, "I'll take of him."