On June 5th, my beloved older sister. The only one I have ever known, passed away. She lost her long fight with Cancer. Leaving behind two younger children. My little niece and nephew, both much too young to lose their mother... my heart hurts knowing she is gone... but I am glad she is no longer in pain. Pain that was trapped by the damage that cancer had brought to her little frame. We basicly watched her waste away over the last 4 years, as doctors cut away parts of her, and replaced others with artificial replacements. As the chemo slowly destroyed her from inside out along with Some of the cancer...
It was always just me and her for the longest time... My mythical elder sister, 8 years my senior. She was an artist too. She had an eye for it like I do, her skill with pencil and chalk was breathtaking. I remember one of her drawings. When she was in college, an old miner panning for gold. Done in pencil and vine charcoal... it looked so real, she was honestly afraid of it. That old miner was looking out of the paper at you. Looking right into your soul, and it was just that creepy real. She hide him in the very back of her closet...
She had a dream of being an architect, which was never realized for reasons I can't get into. A dream which she still looked back on now and then... a dream that will never get realized now...
Now it's just me... I worry about my little niece and nephew... I'm sadden knowing my own son will never know his aunty. She can only live on in the memory of others.
During this time my wife has been a rock for me. My family is my ground. I am and will be sadden for my loss. But I know she's no longer in pain, and that is a small comfort...