I'm glad.
I lost my best friend who should have been born my sister about 4 years ago. I still miss her. Sometimes I still cry. Mostly now I remember the good things. And I'm a better person for having known her. I'm stronger for having known her. She made a difference in my life. Perhaps that's why she was here. But I can laugh a lot now when I think of her which is almost every day --- maybe every day.
