Tomorrow is my sister’s funeral. After five months bravely fighting one of the most devastating cancers, she died peacefully in her sleep in the early hours of Monday. A life lived to the full, but cut short at a time when it should still be bursting with promise for a fulfilling future.
But I cherish the days we spent in each other’s company, and the many happy memories she has left behind. And I was lucky to still see her a few times in those very last weeks, on some of the days when the pain had subsided and things looked a little more positive.
But we both realised that we would not see each other again for a while, so we whispered to each other that we loved each other and that we would meet again, one day, ‘on the other side’.