My baby sister passed away yesterday after complications arising from Covid.
I knew her for 65 years, but we only really became friends about 20 years ago. And after my move back home 6.5 years ago, we began to make up for all the lost years apart and all the silly things that we would have/should have done when we were younger. We'd have slumber parties at my house where'd we toast each other and dance around the house wearing curtains and flower baskets on our heads. We did soooo many day trips and weekends away where I could rediscover the wonders of Newfoundland and she broke away from her duties as a housewife. She nursed both her MIL and her husband through their cancers, and then she fought and survived cancer herself. She'd never been in the best of health, and once Covid hit her last August, it damaged her heart and lungs so badly that she never recovered. We spoke every day! We both loved each other - warts and all. Out of us 5 siblings, she definitely was the best of us; the one with the biggest heart and the glue that's held our family connection together since our parents died.
I will miss her terribly. But I'm so happy to have been able to make such wonderful memories and for having the privilege of hanging with her.
Hug your family a little tighter for me tonight okay. Life is short and cruel so we need reserves of love and memory to keep us pliant!