Loss of Sibling
What Sisters Don’t Say
When we were in our early twenties, my sister and I didn’t speak for a few years. She even wrote me out of her will
June 18, 2025
When we were in our early twenties, my sister and I didn’t speak for a few years. She even wrote me out of her will
To my mother, Sandy, this is for you.
You were gone before I could know you, but you are in everything I am. You left behind three daughters by the time you were 30—Allyson, Andrea, and me. We grew up without you, but never without the love you gave us.
I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you.
Two words. That’s all it took for the persistent, gnawing fear that had been lurking in the depths of my mind to materialize suddenly. One
Her lips were purple, her face a powder white. I knew my baby sister wasn’t right. “She’s now in heaven,” said a mother torn in
In my youth, summer swept in She planted a flower for me over yonder On the hill where I watch for the dawn— Where bleached
Like a firework on the 4th of July, you shot quietly into the sky- timid and subtle. Rising higher and higher. Rising effortlessly, raising nerves and