A big toothy grin and a deep belly laugh is what I miss from my sister. That smile and laugh reside in the Pacific Northwest--three airplanes, two connections, and too damn far away.
Sure, I can call her on the phone, but something is lost, not translated over the miles and miles of phone and fiber optic line. I can't wrap my arms around that. I don't laugh until I cry like that.
I cry for different reasons now.