The year my sister was dying, I learned more about living that ever before.
As kids, we would fight and argue all the time, yet we were best
friends. We would drive our mother to her wits end with our orneriness.
The farm we grew up on was the perfect place for us to grow up. As we
grew up, married, and had children, we grew apart a bit. There was even
a smidgen of competition between us. She was terrible with money and
seemed to always need more. This became an issue with some family
members. Then she and her husband divorced, and the money struggles
continued. Then that terrible day happened when she was diagnosed with
terminal cancer at age 47. I was devastated and determined to find a
cure for her. We tried both conventional and some not-so-conventional
treatments. Nothing worked, and a year later we buried my sister. Read More