When I received the call, I went numb. Lyndsey, my sister, had been fighting cancer for many years. I prayed that she would pass before I arrived at the hospital. She was my best friend, and I didn’t know how to say goodbye. I am grateful I was there to hold her hand as she left this life.
Lyndsey taught me so much about living. Her death taught me so much about grief. I learned that grieving is an individual process that must be respected. I grew to appreciate the people who were not afraid to be around me when I was sad. When I could not offer joy in return. When I just needed the presence of someone without needing either of us to speak.