Christi is the sister of my wife, Trudi.


She died a year ago today, succumbing to a brain aneurysm.

But I won’t say she was Trudi’s (and Julie’s) sister. She still is.

Not only is she still alive with Jesus, but I see her quite frequently in the mannerisms of Trudi and my three girls. (Yes, Shae, you, too.) You can hear her in the inflections of their voices, especially when they are excited about something. I see her in the intensity my girls sometimes display when happy, angry, disappointed, or delighted.

We see her all the time, yet we still miss her.