Posted by: chlost | February 13, 2010


Grief as a word is one of the most inadequate in describing its own meaning. 

Less than 24 hours ago, my life was relatively normal.  I was going along merrily, unaware of what the future would hold.  We all are, I guess.

Last evening, as my husband and I were watching the opening ceremony for the Winter Olympics, I received a call that my youngest sister had died.  I can’t believe I am writing those words.  I still can’t believe it is true.  Disbelief has been the repeated theme for everyone in the family.

She was 49 years old.  Today is her 50th birthday. 

Kathleen, I love you.  I can’t believe you are gone.  The grief is overwhelming.  Is it too weird to tell you “happy birthday”?  I will miss you so much. This will always be your birthday to me.



  1. You don’t know me, but I have been here and I just wanted to say how very sorry I am. My very best wishes to you.

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