Recently my sister died.
In the days and weeks that followed I kept a diary on this screen of what it feels like to lose a sibling. What I didn't know was that in the days before my sister's death, she requested that nothing be written about her. Nothing.
More than I'd ever realized, she valued privacy. Hers. Her husband's. Her children's.
The blog pieces veered into their world without their knowledge or consent and for that I'm sorry.
I'll try to write about other things. But not right now.
