I wrote this on Saturday July 13, the day that I found out about my sister, Debbie's death. Been holding off sharing it while my family adjusted to the news, and while I adjusted. Not looking for feedback on this. And, for my family, I hope with all my heart that none of what follows deepens your pain and grief in any way.... For Debbie My sister died today. Debbie. Deborah Ann Patricia Delorme. Well. I don’t know yet if she died today or if she was just found today. My big sister, Debbie. We are such a terribly sad family. So trapped in the things that were done to us. In the past. In the things that we never got from each other. I don’t know how she died yet. I just know that she’s gone. Debbie was always the one who could laugh. I don’t know if the laughter was always real. Most of the time it probably wasn’t. But at least she could do that. She could laugh even if it wasn’t real. Most of the time the rest of us didn’t see what was so funny but ...
