Long before Rachel and I were business partners, we were sisters. She’s the oldest, I’m the youngest. She's the shortest, I’m the tallest. (She's the brunette, I'm the blonde.) 😊
Rachel and I are only 3 years apart and assumed typical sibling rolls growing up with a middle sister between us. Rachel used to boss me around and I, usually unknowingly, went along with everything she suggested because well, she was my big sister.
Fast forward 25 years, she was still my big sister, but no longer the sister I knew. We were not prepared for what happened nor even aware that such a tragedy could strike our family.
In 2008 her babies died. Ellie lived for 7 days and Aubrey lived for 13 days. When her twin daughters died she died along with them. Not in body, but in spirit. I watched my strong, intelligent, outgoing sister become scared, sad, and a shell of herself. Her heart was so broken and mine was too.
It’s a strange feeling to look at someone you love who is hurting so badly and not have a clue what to do to help them. Our life together didn’t equip me with the tools I needed to walk alongside her or fix this for her. I needed to be her big sister now but I didn’t know how. We were both blindsided by what happened and found ourselves often sitting in silence together hoping that just being there might offer at least some comfort.