"A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost."
~ Marion C. Garretty ~
Eighteen years ago, this is the month that my only sister killed herself. We all tried to understand her and fix her for years, but her path led her where it led, and perhaps she wasn't broken after all- just born to die young, and teach us all about ourselves as we traveled the layers of her emotional pain, and our own.
I like things neat and tidy and I keep them that way as much as I can, but life is often messy in spite of my efforts, and the more I stomp around in other people's business thinking I know what's best, the messier it gets.
I am willing to surrender my understanding to the mysterious process of life.
