posted on Jan, 17 2015 @ 10:38 PM
When someone I love dies, I never cry for some reason. Maybe it says something about my emotional control that I adopted at an early age as a boy who
felt less than loved (even though I was loved).
Some weeks ago I posted about one of my sisters, very sick. Her liver and her kidneys weren't functioning, liver cancer was suspected. And then the
surprise news came that she didn't have liver cancer, and we were so happy, and we hoped the kidney problem could somehow be solved. But today I got
a phone call that let me know my beloved sister has aggressive cancer, is in a coma, and has at most two days to live.
Maybe I should cry for her, but I can't. But I know I love her a lot, and I appreciate having known her. There are many flawed people here, but she
was not one of them. I can't remember a single time when I observed her and thought, "how petty or mean she is". She was and is a total
sweetheart, kind, thoughtful, spiritual but not religious.
Death is so powerful. When we are young, it is just a concept. But when it happens to people we love, it becomes something very real.
I love you sister! I always will.