I received the shocking news in late August that my only and younger sister, Jo, had terminal cancer. Within 2 days I, too, was diagnosed with cancer and had surgery. This was soon followed by Jo's peaceful passing last Sunday afternoon. All this in just eight weeks. It is the tragedies of life that give us the contrast to the wonders of life.
Love is what surfaces.
My sister was one of the angriest people I knew. I loved her still, I just could not understand why she raged and yelled, focusing only on the negative. Dad, I love you. We had more mail and miracles manifest from readers as they broke the barrier of silence, turned to their fathers, and used these three words. My parents had never said I LOVE YOU to us as children.