My sister died eight weeks ago after a short, (nine weeks from completely unexpected diagnosis), hard, brave fight with cancer. I'm completely in shock - and denial - right now. Seems too unbelievable to be true. It's hard to get my head around the fact that she has gone a good forty years too soon. Breaks my heart that she won't see her five year old daughter grow up. My parents are walking around dazed, shocked and a bit like they've been hit by a freight train. Life will never be the same and it is scary. The family dynamic has now changed and I keep telling myself I am now an 'Only'. It is beyond sad that nobody else on this planet truly understands our childhood and its intricacies. Miss her so much and feel this is just the beginning of ever ending pain. There appear to be very little / no online conversations on sibling grief - so would love to hear anybody else's stories. Thank you
ONLY SIBLING DIED AT 38
I am very sorry about your sister. It is not surprising you are in shock and denial and your parents are dazed. It is such early days for you.
I lost my sister a number of years ago at the same age as your sister. I am now in my 40s. Although I too have thought about this, I definitely do not think of myself as an 'only' as I did not grow up as an only child.
I am here as I have recently lost my mum but I have noticed there appears to be llttle if anything about sibling grief. Message me anytime if it helps.
Dear Katie, I am so very sorry because you have lost one of the people who has always been a part of your life. My younger sister, she was the only sibling I had, died in her early 40's of misdiagnosed Ovarian cancer, she had two children in their early teens. There were just two years between us and from the moment she was born I became her best friend. We went to school together, played together and when I left to start work at 15 years of age, she left two years later and I got her a job working with me. We went on holidays, dancing, everywhere I went, my sister came with me. She was with me the night I met my husband and I was with her when she met her husband.
When she died it was as though half of me was missing, even though we were both married with a family of our own we all still went out together, went on holidays and day trips, we were like two families in one. Our dad had died the year after we were married and when my sister died it tore our mum's heart out. Our mum died a few years later.
My sister died 25 years ago and her husband, my brother in law, never went out with another woman, all he ever wanted was my sister. Sadly he died in 2015 the year after my husband died and he was the last one in my family of the past.
Even now all these many years later, I still miss her, I miss talking to her about when we were young in the 1960's, what we wore, the holidays we had, the boys we met. The trouble we got in with our parents for going out on motorbikes with boys. Don't think for one moment it was all fun and games, we had our fights, especially when she liked a boy and he asked me out instead or vice versa, it sometimes got to hair pulling but we were inseparable and we loved each other.
Many years ago, in the late 50's, we were both in bed crying our eyes out because there had been a plane crash and Buddy Holly had been killed along with other singers. We cried a lot together when one of us had been 'dumped' by a boy, it just goes on and on. So many memories, so much fun, and so much love.
You will never get over her death because you cannot forget someone who was the other half of you, the person you told your secret's to and your innermost thoughts. How you went to bed at night discussing boys and what to wear at the next dance or wherever you were going together. You will never, ever forget that and of course you shouldn't.
You will cry for a long time to come, but grief is only there when you have loved someone with all your heart, the more you grieve, the more you have loved. You will never forget her because she was there throughout your childhood and then when you grew older. Such a close bond will never be broken.
When my husband died nearly four years ago, I wished with all my heart that my sister had been still alive because she would have been the only one I could have told how heartbroken I was and be able to cry in front of her instead of having to put on a brave face, she would have understood, held me in her arms and let me cry, but she wasn't there and that breaks my heart because I needed her so much.
I am truly sorry for you, I really am, and I wish I could make it better for you but I can't, your mum and dad needs all the support they can get so don't be afraid to cry and talk about her.
My sister's daughter has now a family of her own and I have spent hours over the years telling her about her mum before she met her dad, things even her dad wouldn't know about. So her small daughter will lean to you because you will be able to tell her all the things you did together. Make her a photo album of when you and her mum were young and again when you got older, tell her stories about school, college, what you did on night's out, what clothes you used to wear, what it was like many years ago, what the music was at that time. These are the things that will keep her mummy alive in her heart and mind.
Sorry for going on so long.
I’m away at the moment Sheila, but I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your reply. I’m going to read this thoroughly when I get home. Thank you so so much X
Dear Katie, you are so welcome, and if ever you need to talk, we are all here for you.
I too lost my sister in March this year, she was 58 and the youngest of seven children. The rest of us are still here. She lived in Australia while we all live in England, we thought she was happy and content but she took her own life and no one knows why. She had a wonderful husband, two grown up children and two beautiful grandchildren. Like you, we are all still in shock and need answers that we know are not going to come as she left no notes. I find just thinking about the happy times we had as children helps, I try not to dwell on why she passed away. I hope you find some comfort from others who have or are going through a tough time like yourself.
Hello Katie, I lost my beloved younger sister less than a month ago, and I relate to everything you are saying. We need more online specific support for sibling loss. My sister was the light of my life and we grew even closer after her cancer diagnosis in August if 2017. I was by her side on every step of the cancer journey, and we vowed to remain positive and hopeful, and make everyday count. She died suddenly in a few hours of getting to the hospital for fluids. It was two days before her birthday and we had so many plans to celebrate. I am still in shock, and I need to hear her voice and her laughter, and to text her 5 times a day. My parents are gone, and I have another sibling, but she does not possess the warmth, kindness and loving nature of my deceased sister,and that special connection was never there. I have never felt more alone in my life. I am sorry for your pain, and maybe through this site we can find others suffering the loss of a sister/sibling, and help each other through this darkness.
I am so sorry to hear of the loss of your lovely sister. I had read loads about terminal illness and 'the ending' - which I so frequently heard 'comes quick' but I stupidly didn't really take it on board - and my sister very quickly became unconscious and died within a few hours too (severe sepsis). Such a shock. I guess you haven't had the funeral yet - or maybe just have. We're on week nine after her death - and the pain is still so raw. I'm finding I can't face seeing anyone, can't have the radio on as every song sets me off! am crying most of the time - in fact am just trying to get by. Not sure I am helping you really - but hopefully you don't feel alone. I find the mornings are the worst - waking up and it's like new news. In fact when I am doing something during the day and maybe after half an hour I realise what has happened, it's like reliving it over and over. I do think the level of denial will change though - I think it must be like this for a few weeks / months and then an acceptance will set in. The thing is, the more the weeks go by, the longer it is since I saw her - meaning the missing is greater. It is lovely to connect with someone who is nearly in the same time frame of loss. This forum is great for reading stories about people being / having been through this - I know a lot of people in life / school mums / acquaintances, and I do not know ONE single person who has lost a sibling. It certainly does make one feel very alone and that is so unfair. I don't know how you have found - but my wider family support has been shocking / not existent. Thank you for contacting me, it's great to have like minded sharing
I am seeing that our experiences are so closely related. My sister also had sepsis and mornings are the worst for me too. We simply went to the hospital to get her hydrated and they said she had to stay, and then it is a blur, but she died in the wee hours of the morning. I was with her, and was so fortunate to be able to hold her hand. She was cremated and we held a lovely "Celebration of Life" service according to her wishes. You ask about family support, like I said there is one existing sibling, however she has a husband who helps and supports her, and I am alone. She also did not have the bond I had with my younger sister. She had not spoken to either one of us for 6 years, after our mother died, and only started up again when she heard my younger sister had a rare cancer. We seem to have a lot in common. Hopefully sharing our pain will help a bit. I find people expect us to just "move on" after only a month or so, and they no longer want to hear about it. For us it is a "life sentence" having to face another 20, 30, or more years with this hole in our hearts that can never be filled. I will be glad to communicate with you through this. You are not alone either.
I am truly sorry for your loss.
Like yourself my sister passed away (23/7/17) that day a huge part of me died too. She has a son who’s now 14 and has Aspergers and ADHD.
His father signed over parental responsibility to me, after promising him he would never leave him. I took my nephew as my own. It’s been VERY hard. My sister was only 35 and was full of life. I still cry at random times (when no ones around) I miss her like crazy. I hate that I can’t see or talk to her ever again. I’ve sent messages to her old number, knowing I won’t get a reply. I watch her son and see a child who’s no longer a carefree happy child, but instead a lonely, lost person who has lost his innocence and I honestly don’t know what to do.
I do tell the children to think of something their Auntie/ his Mom would do each day and we talk about fun and happy things. But nearly a year on I’m stronger mentally, more understanding of how precious life is and considerate to others. I do still have trouble accepting she no longer here on earth. But I understand she has gone and I can’t bring her back, but I can do positive things in her memory (even if I feel like locking myself away)
They say time is a healer........ I say “with time comes understanding and acceptance”. And that is what will get us through. I’m also a great believer that writing a journal really helps to release the built up tension and sadness.
My sister has a blog which I was sent the link to after she’d passed away. I still can’t read it fully (way too soon) but it has definitely given me the courage to do something I’ve always wanted to do. Thanks to my BEAUTIFUL angel little sister xx