Since my sister passed 2 years ago, I feel so lost, she was not well and depended on me to take her places and we shopped together, or went for lunches or she liked me to come over for dinner at least twice a week. She was very controlling and opinionated but I could not bring myself to tell her no, even if I had other plans. Had I only known how much I would miss so much about her daily calls and taking her places. Everyone told me to stand up for myself, so I did and we didn’t speak for a few weeks. She called me the day I was on my way to the airport for a trip. I was too busy to answer. She passed away a few days after I got to Mexico. I regret every day that I didn’t say goodbye to her, and that our last conversation was an argument. I haven’t felt a sense of purpose since then.