Today marks two years since my younger sister’s passing due to cancer. It’s not easier, as some assured me it would be. Every day I think about her. Every day I fight tears and nail-spitting anger. Every day I remind myself that this life is not all, that I have a “hope burning in my heart” to be reunited with my sister and other loved ones some day.
Last weekend, I did a bit of organizing and finally emptied some boxes of “nonessentials” from our move two and a half years ago. As I emptied a box, here and there, I stumbled across something connected to my sister: an essay she wrote and sent for my review before submitting; a recipe for a smoothie she shared because I don’t like eating breakfast; an old journal with the plans we made for the book we were going to write together about her experiences; a prayer written in tears, pleading for her…
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