I am only as strong as I am,
because you guided me.
I have always said that my sister is one of the strongest and bravest people I know. Last year, as she battled cancer with striking wit and unwavering strength, I thought to myself: "see, I was right." An amazing mother, an adoring sister, and a spunky pain-in-the-ass, my sister has conquered any role she's taken on and made it all look so easy.
Today, I wonder if I could ever be a strong enough sister and brave enough friend to help her when she's the one who has strength and bravery in the bag. I endlessly hope that I can be half the woman she is without her help, should she ever leave us. It is only with her help that I have made it as far as I have anyway.
Mari, I love you. We'll fight this together, as long as it takes and as hard as it gets.
