A week ago my older sister died of cancer. She had been shockingly diagnosed a year and a half ago, went on a new medication that seemed to be working, but then, suddenly, stopped being effective. She went back to her beloved home, surrounded by friends, family, and the very caring Hospice staff just after Easter - only a few weeks ago. Everything happened so quickly, so quickly.
She is part of my entire life, every nook and cranny, snapshots scattered across the bed, from my first baby pictures to her last week. And after she died, we went into her garden, her beautiful Spring garden, bursting with beauty and life and color, to try to fathom a life without her phone calls and visits, her grace, and her love. Blessings to her husband, her three sons and their families, and her two grandchildren. Until we meet again.