Today, I remember my sister Lynn who passed away unexpectedly last week. She was my baby sister. As children, life was simple. We shared a world of imagination, laughter and the quiet certainty that we would always be part of each other's story. That wasn't meant to be.
Throughout the years, her life became such that it pulled us apart more than either of us probably wanted. Although we became estranged in the few years before her passing, I am reminded that while relationships can sometimes be complicated, love, loss and remembrance can exist together.
Lynn brought two wonderful sons into this world, my nephews Sean & James, two of the finest young men I know. That is her legacy worth honouring.
I will remember Lynn as my little sister, the one who came along sixteen months after me, whom I looked out for long before either of us knew what that would come to mean. She was also my brother Francois's older sister. He is grieving her loss alongside me.
Lynn can now rest. I truly hope she has found the peace that eluded her most of her life. She will always have a place in my heart.
Until next week's blog, take good care of yourselves and those you love.
Two sisters...without a care in the world.
