Candice

I've been resisting writing this, probably because I'm not sure what I'd like or need to say.

I'm grateful that I let go of anger before you left mortality, and I can genuinely remember joyful, fun times with you. You fought so hard, so long, with those boxing gloves up, and I'm proud of where you got and how. The effort you put in and the way you clung to Joy inspire me, and I miss you.

Thanks for being my sister, in all the meanings that word can evoke: my friend, my confidant, my enemy, my rage-caller, my giggle-sharer, my example, my challenger, my rival, my supporter, my opposite-and-same.

It was messy and beautiful and I'm better because of you. You taught me so much that doesn't fit into language. I miss you, even as peace fills my heart that it was your time and you are full of relief at having made it Home.

Just: Thank you. I look forward to seeing you again one day.