It was both heartbreaking and heartwarming to witness a sister's profound grief at the passing of my husband's 91-year-old Aunt Emma this past month. Aunt Emma was born when her sister, Theresa, was fourteen months old. Growing up, surrounded by six brothers, Theresa and Emma developed into inseparable friends, spanning nine decades. They created a century of memories, witnessing good times and bad, births and deaths, wars and peace, rations and abundance, even living together in their later years after their spouses passed on.
Throughout the two days of services, I affectionately observed Theresa's palpable loss, the immense pain triggered by love, as without love there can be no grief. While heart wrenching to watch, I was in awe of the impenetrable bond of a sister's love, which upon death lives on, chronicled by their ...
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