My sister d:ied on my wedding day — a week later, her coworker called and said, “She left you a phone and a note. COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!”

The way she’d ask, “Have you eaten?” like it was the only love language she trusted herself to speak.

Claire spent her final days trying to protect the sister she never stopped loving.

I wish I had understood sooner. But I understand now. And sometimes love arrives too late to save a single day, yet still early enough to save the rest of your life.