My Beautiful Sister
Today (December 18) is four years since Sarah decided she couldn’t live on Earth any longer. Four years since my life was shattered into a gazillion pieces, maybe more. I’ve talked about the wonderful, caring support I received—and still receive, as evidenced in the number of texts I’ve already received today—as well as how it led to me learning about grief and becoming a grief coach. Today, however, I just want to remember. No gratitude, no post-traumatic growth, no glimmers. Just the deep, dark hole that is still in my heart and the tear in the fabric of my soul. So, I’m going to just post lots of photos of Sarah. They are not in any order, except her school pictures. These show her happy self (or the self that wore the happy mask). See how radiant she is? How beautiful? You can’t see her kindness or her generosity in these pictures, so here are links to both her obituary and the website where people shared their memories. I can’t count how many times people mention her smile, laugh, and epic hugs. I miss those hugs.
