On December 9, 2020, my life was inexorably changed. That was the day I lost my sister to cancer. She was two years older than me and a big sister in every way. She drove me crazy, pissed me off, made me laugh, made me cry and was always there for me.
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Grief never really leaves, but little by little, it is possible to live with the pain and still be happy. If you had told me that a couple of years ago, I would not have believed you. In fact, I would have been disgusted. To me, that would have meant that whoever you had grieved for did not mean as much to you as Valerie did to me. So who the heck would you think you were to give me that kind of "support"?
I did lose a part of myself. I will never be the same. However, one does not have to remain lost to prove love for a lost sibling/friend/spouse...
My path is different from the one I was on when my sister died, but there are still many places to see, people to meet, and experiences to be had.
I'm working on my book. I'm writing short stories. I'm back to freelance writing. I'm posting in my blog again.
Hello my few and treasured readers! How have you been?
