Losing the Person I Love the Most Today is the third death anniversary of my sister. Although I have long accepted the fact that she is gone, still I can't help missing her. The thoughts of what happend on this very day three years ago envades my memory as if it happend only yesterday. I remember I was preparing for my flight in Manila to take an exam. Before leaving, I stared at my sister, watched her closely, and held her in my arms. I hugged her and felt her breathe without knowing that those were the last. I said, "I love you and wait for me." Upon arriving in Manila, I've got a text message telling me that she is gone. I am terribly missing her, yet, I know that she is in a much better place now. I know that we will be together again in God's own perfect time.