Words Fail Me....

I am a conversationalist by nature. I can talk to just about anyone. Get me talking and there's not much that can quiet me down. I have always prided myself on being able to find the right words at the right time. It has came in handy in my personal and professional life. I am typically able to navigate difficult conversations and attempt to shed light on bleak situations and circumstances. Sometimes I am not sure if it is a curse or a blessing.

Tonight my sister's mom passed away. As I watch as her world crumbles at her feet, my heart breaks for her and I realize words fail me. I cannot fix my sister's agony. I cannot ease her pain.  There is not a damn thing that I could ever say to give her comfort. I had planned to say something profound when we got to Jen. At a time when I wanted to say something to bring her some solace,  I couldn't even speak, all I could do was hold her and say a silent prayer for God to ease her pain. It was in this moment that I realized I don't need to have all the right words. Talk is cheap. Actions speak volumes more than words ever could. Jen is my family and come hell or high water, I will be there for her and support her.

 Not even 24 hours ago, she was celebrating her 31st birthday. Today she is planning her mother's funeral. Life is not fair. She knows that more than anyone, she has lived that reality more than anyone. At 31, she has experienced more loss than someone twice her age. She has buried her father, her husband, and now she has to say good-bye her mom. And yet she carries on...will continue to carry on, with her head held high. I honestly don't know how she does it.  She possesses this inner strength that I have never witnessed by another.

Say a prayer for Jen tonight. Say a prayer for her family. Say a prayer for peace.

I love you the most, big sister.