I got up from shiva---the proscribed seven day mourning period---for my sister, Karen, today. Karen was a fighter. (I should know...I'm the one she usually fought with.) But on Saturday, March 5th, she succumbed to the brain cancer she'd fought tooth and nail for two years.
I am grateful beyond measure for the few days we were able to spend together, and for the fences that were mended at her behest. May her memory be for a blessing.
