Daughter. Sister. Mother of a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter. Wife to my wife's brother. Dead at 39.
There was no warning, no chronic health problem, no clue. She went to sleep last Friday night. Around 5AM she breathed heavily like she was having a nightmare, then she was gone.
It has been a week of unimaginable grief. I have seen children age before my eyes. I have heard grown adults weep like babies. I have witnessed an extraordinary level of honesty.
Why does it take this kind of loss for families and friends to reconnect, to let down our guard and become vulnerable to each other? And, isn't it tragic that we don't often learn the best about someone until they are gone?
My new creed: Love one another honestly. The rest is bullshit.
