The 3 of us, my first sisterhood: I was 7 and 9 when Camelia and then Claudia (we called her “Nikki”) joined the family. I
This year began with death. On January 8, 2019 I witnessed my “baby” sister take her last breath after two years of battling ALS. In
Some of us are uncomfortable asking for help under any circumstances. Even if we’re sick or injured. Even if someone we love has just died.
I haven’t blogged since the beginning of January. Sometimes it’s important to live an experience, purely immerse oneself in it, without the safety net of
Death is a mystery. How it happens, when it happens, to whom it happens. We yearn to understand, to be able to explain why, to
Because I’ve been there. To hell and back. Because I have more than an inkling of what lies ahead. I know you don’t care about