All the stories in this group are wrenching, and my heart goes out to all of you. I've lost others, but there is something uniquely difficult about losing a sister.
At 49, my older sister was the picture of health: yoga instructor, marathonist, tai chi instructor, etc. Independent and strong, she owned several of her own businesses. I thought it was utterly impossible when she told me she had colon cancer. After coming to grips with the news, I had no doubt that if anyone could overcome it, she would. A year later, shortly after a family reunion that I am so thankful for, she passed away - spent and in pain.
I have many pictures of her at this family reunion, hugging my younger sister. At 42, she was the picture of health: marathonist, trim, gorgeous, flowing red hair. I thought it was utterly impossible when she told me, one month after my older sister's death, that she had pancreatic cancer. You know the rest.
I miss them both, and there will always be a gaping hole in my universe.