I’m an older sister. Until recently, I was an older sister to two lovely and often infuriating human beings (sister and brother). This past January, my sister died – four days before her 27th birthday. It was not “sudden” or “surprising” in the sense that it was unexpected. She was sick – had been sick since she was nine. But, it was all the same a bit of a shock. I think we had begun to believe she was immortal. She had survived everything – even when the doctors told us she would not…until this last time.
So, here I am. Going through this. Trying to live in a world that no longer includes my little sister.
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