Thirty years ago, my only sister died. Laurie was at the centre of my universe, a position she shared with a precious few other humans.
Laurie’s death changed my sense of identity. Was I still a sister? Three decades later, I can definitively answer “yes” to that question. If you’ve ever wondered how a loved one’s death changes your identity, consider how their life helped mold the person you are today.
My sister gave me many gifts that I value today
Laurie’s life made my life more meaningful. I was a big sister, mentor, protector and partner in crime. When our mom told me Laurie was my little sister the love affair began. For years, I was her first phone call when she wanted advice – even though she might not like or take it. And she always had my back. Sometimes I felt like her little sister. We have an unbreakable bond that not even death can break.
Her life made the lives of everyone she knew more fun. Laurie would laugh until tears streamed down her face. She would hop on the back of my husband’s motorcycle or snowmobile with or without an invitation. She executed practical jokes with no mercy. Always adventurous, curious and quick to laugh and smile, Laurie had an infectious joie de vivre. She taught me how to embrace life with reckless abandon.
My beloved sister emanated beauty, intelligence, love and joy, which inspire my many tributes to her. We can all find – and create – beauty from loss.
Some may question my choice to dedicate two blogs in a row to my sister. All I can say is, if you knew her, you’d understand. And, when we’re grieving there are no rules. There’s no end date. There’s no reason to ever stop reflecting on, remembering, growing with and appreciating a great love in your life.