My 99th Blog.
My plan was to write one hundred, the last informing you of my results
and celebrating with fizz.
Instead, on the morning, a week ago, that I was notified that
I had passed my final coursework with
merit, I received the devastating news that my beloved sister was desperately
ill as the cancer she had been fighting for the last year took its final hold.
My beautiful little sister Beccy died on Remembrance Sunday
at 0445 surrounded by lilies and orchids, slipping away peacefully, no longer
in pain.
My mother, aged just 19, lost her beloved brother Jack when
his plane was shot down in WW2. Our
family has always kept his memory alive, but especially on this day.
Until now, I could only imagine the pain experienced by
sisters and brothers left behind.
Now I feel it…
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