Two weeks ago, I donated 12 bags of my sister's clothing and shoes to a battered women's shelter here in Denver. The man helping me unload my car casually asked if I had 'cleaned out my closet?' only to realize halfway through his sentence that I was crying. It is tough to explain the sudden onset of tears to someone but usually the statement, "my sister died," speaks for itself. “So that Sunday, six months exactly to the day she took her life, I summoned the strength to lo