Monday, May 24, 2021
I have many memories of Diane and myself. Older sister but turned to me for guidance and help. She was tiny, full of life and energy, fast talking, caring and loving, soft-hearted, pain in the a**, loved her fur-babies, loved when I'd cook for her, and was such a beautiful woman. Like all sisters we had our fights. Like most sisters, there was a bond. We had our little jokes and our memories and our way of being. Impossible to explain.
I believe the cancer started stealing Diane away, a long time ago. She changed over a relatively short period of time. All the light and energy started dimming. She fought bravely. I was so proud of her facing up to the cancer and putting herself through the chemo and radiation, time and time again. I thanked God that I could be with her when it was time for her to go. I love you Diane, and you're missed and loved every day.