What luck to be born the younger sister to a talented, thoughtful, nurturing and confident girl. Now a woman I can call on, day or night, to save me from trouble. To tuck me in, just like those first ten years before she set off for college, when sleep seems an impossible feat.
Her willingness to extend herself is unmatched, in care for me and everyone in her life. Her confidence shines brighter with each year, her big smile and shimmy shoulder laugh remain purely joyful no matter the circumstance.
This year has been our worst ever. The tides are still rolling in. There were so many things I couldn't do myself - phone calls, trips to the coroner, paperwork, finding a funeral home, my god... things we hoped to never do together. Yet through each of the swells, she has been there. To remind me that there is still love, and hope, and pleasure in this life. I will never be alone, with a guardian like you Kiran. Happy birthday, sister.