My mind went back and forth as I debated about the finishing touches in my guest room. Should I line the dresser or night stand with framed photos of romantic memories of the two of them like I’ve always done or should I leave the space empty with more room to settle in after unpacking? After polishing the desk, I placed a mini album on it, off to one side. At will, he could pick it up and breeze through countless photos of family, mostly of my sister posing with her kids, family members, and friends. My brother-in-law, Eduardo, spent a week in our home earlier this month marking just shy of a year since my sister passed away. He still lives in their Chicago home and tries hard to cover up his emptiness but his blue eyes portray a river of sadness. He misses her like crazy. I worried that being here with me might cause more grief. She was my sister, in fact, and we bear similarities. Oh how he easily speaks of them too! To my surprise, it turned out to be more posi