I constantly think about what was happening at this time last year. There are big moments - like in November I remembered that at that time the year before my sister finished her chemo. Christmas was the anniversary of her hair starting to grow in and she stopped covering her head. In February we breezed by a weekend when the year before my siblings and I all got together for a couple of days with our families and had fun making pizza and spending time together. It was the type of visit where you realize the dynamics had changed - we all had partners, and two of us had kids. We were expanding and I liked it. April 9 marked the anniversary of my sister moving from NYC to the suburbs where we grew up, making it much easier for me to visit her and we were together at least twice a month for the remainder of her life. Last July I visited her three times. On this weekend last year I was driving to NY - she needed me to babysit her son for the day while she and my brother-in-law were out at an appointment. I took this picture of our kids.
I had captioned it "kissing cousins" and shared it with our family. I still love it, despite the pain it causes when I see it.
And the following day, while babysitting alone, I took this picture - it’s her son tantruming and I texted her seeking advice. She recommended going outside and we sat on the rock wall staring at the driveway waiting for her to return. I can see her so clearly waving from the car as they drove up to greet us. She ran out of the car with her arms stretched towards him and he turned his face and clutched my leg, definitely a consequence of his crankiness because my sister was, by far, his most favorite person. It was funny at the time, but my sister made a face that showed her disappointment and that memory is haunting now. She would be dead in less than two weeks.
Before I left her that weekend she secretly set this photo to be my cell phone wallpaper. When I discovered it she couldn't stop laughing. I can’t bring myself to change it - so Sam's tantrum is an image I see every day.
This weekend last year was the last time I saw my sister alive. The morning I left she had scooped up her son to take him to the library story time. I had stayed at her house, waiting for my daughter to wake up from her nap so we could get on the road to Boston. Corinne slept much longer than usual, so I was unexpectedly still at my sister's house when she returned an hour later. She walked me to the car and we hugged and said I love you. When I drove away I surprised myself when I started to cry - at first confused because I was planning on returning in less than two weeks to visit for my mom’s birthday, and I never cry when I say goodbye for such a short amount of time.
I remember thinking that my sister was so happy - and I was so genuinely happy for her, in a way that I haven't felt for anyone else. But I was so incredibly frustrated with my anxiety. Though her cancer had not returned, I knew that it could (small cell cervical cancer is rare and aggressive) and all year I had struggled with enjoying the moment and appreciating her health while we had it. I look back at the few journal entries I wrote when she was sick and I would find lines repeating, "Alison is ok. Today she is healthy. Alison is ok. Today she is healthy. Today everything is OK." I wanted to follow her lead and be a mirror to her joy. She was living life with so much appreciation. I wanted to do better for her.
On that car ride home I vowed to try harder. To let go of my fear and enjoy what we had, because last summer, until August 4th, was amazing.
We talked on FaceTime everyday. I spoke to her on August 3rd and that is the last day that we chatted and life felt normal. The next day she was in good spirits but told me her stomach was bothering her. As a child who grew up surrounded by my dad's many illnesses, it doesn't take much to make me nervous. I remember telling myself it was probably nothing. I checked in on her on the morning of the 5th and she told me via text that she was feeling worse. That was the last thing she said to me. I called her five times but she didn't pick up. That night she went to the hospital and I drove down on Sunday morning - August 6th. I stayed at her house to care for our babies. I didn’t see her in the hospital. None of us thought that she would die there - the same hospital where my dad died.
This photo of our kids was taken two days before she died.
Alison was brain dead by the morning of August 9th. August - once a month that only housed memories of the endless feeling of summer and a slight simmer of excitement for the return of school, the month that includes my parents' anniversary and my mother's birthday, is now a word that prickles my skin and tenses my shoulders. The end of July hasn't been great either. When signing paperwork at the bank yesterday I had to ask the teller the date three times within a span of ten minutes. I just couldn’t remember it, and now I wonder if I refused to remember. I know what was happening this time last year - the last time I knew life with my sister being healthy and happy. I think I’m choosing to remain ignorant of the day as August 9th approaches, trying to stay lost in a haze of summer. The same way it was when I was a child and I didn't have school to keep me on track. It was all just summer.
This photo was taken August 10th - 24 hours after she died.
Alison became a parent 51 weeks before me. I turned to her often as a source of baby wisdom. Even though she’s been gone for nearly a year, I have my ‘at this time last year’ memories of her son to apply to my daughter. In January, my daughter got roseola - just like my nephew did the year before. In April Corinne stopped eating all her favorite foods but was delighted when I started making her paninis...an idea I got from my sister when she did the same thing for Sam the previous spring. Soon I will have parented longer than my sister, and will no longer be able to use my memories to support me with the challenges and questions that lie ahead. It's added to the list of things that make her absence so fucking unbearable.
I miss her so much.
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Dear Kellyn..your writings are so very raw and beautiful…and comforting..keep writing. You have a lot of talent…and know that writings are so helpful to others like me..Your Mom and I went to school together…you seem as lovely as her…I was thinking while reading these two posts…and seeing how very strong you and your mom are warms my soul. Have you ever thought of writing a book for children to help them to understand and cope with loss…it’s an idea I’ve been tossing around…sending tons of blessings to you and Mom and the rest of the family…someone as creative and heartfelt as you…I feel the same..we r meant to do something fantastic to convey the love we feel for our losses❤️ Nikki Marconi
I circled back on this Blog entry today- you write so beautifully about Alison and about your experience that it strangely brings me comfort. I’m thinking of you all very much today and sending you my love.
Kellyn: I so feel for you. Some day I will share my sibling loss story but for now, I want to extend you my hand to soothe your ache. There is nothing like the bond between sisters. So natural to those of us so lucky to have it. I am sorry for the loss of your beautiful sister.
Hey Kellyn. Man this time of the year must be especially rotten for you. I read the things you write and am in awe of how strong you are to be able to share them. I’m glad that in one of the things you wrote about not being worried about being overly profound or knowledgeable about what to say to someone who has lost someone they love. I’m glad you said you said that saying something is better than ignoring or not saying anything. I never really know what to say and certainly I’m no poet so just know that we Love you! Kathy
Your sincere words about your deep love for your sister are extremely moving & I feel your extreme sadness. You will continue to live each day of the rest of your life with wonderful thoughts of your sister. I probably don’t have to tell you this but talk to her…I believe she’s listening. FYI I knew your mom in high school & we reconnected here. 💕