Memorial

After months of feeling lost in a dark tunnel, I’m finally seeing a small, glowing light ahead. The past months have been a tough, painful ride… ever since last October when my sister got worse, life felt like it was drowning me, barely letting me breathe. Losing her hurt deeply, not just because she was my sister, but because we were apart for so long—twenty years with our parents, then thirteen years with me. Even though she wasn’t close for many years, missing her hurts more than I thought. She built a life very different from what I imagined… … living the “4H farmer’s wife and mom” life, which surprised me, especially since she had a child I never met until now. Last weekend’s Sporting KC memorial brought a mix of nerves, emotions, and uncertainty but also some unexpected healing. Gathering at the game reminded me of the joyous soccer days we shared, those rare times we felt connected. Watching her fade until April was one of the hardest things I’ve faced, but that weekend gave me a small hope, maybe the tunnel’s end isn’t just an illusion. Maybe there really is light ahead.