I lost my sister to cancer 12 years ago today. Actually, that’s not right. I didn’t “lose” her. That makes it sound like I simply misplaced something irrelevant. That if I’d been more careful or could somehow retrace my steps, I could find and bring her back to her children. To her grandchildren. To her nieces and nephews and cousins and friends and neighbors. To my parents. But I can’t. Cancer stormed in, beat the hell out of all of us, then took her away. It sucked, and mostly still does. I’ve come to realize, though, that even though a merciless disease stole my sister, it didn’t and can’t steal the great memories I have of her. They’re mine, and I will never lose them.
Originally posted on Medium.