I swear, good things do happen in my life, but this year is something else.
I have 4 younger sisters. The middle one, Valerie, passed away on Wednesday morning, which was her 37th birthday.
Like, seriously, 2020. What. The Actual. Fuck.
We are, for the most part, unsurprised, though it was not currently expected. She struggled with pain, massive depression, and lots of drugs. She leaves behind her husband and 5 children (ages 11, 9, 5, 3, and 1).
I don't pray - I see less and less reason for me to believe every day - but she did, most of my family does. If you're the praying type, please spare one for my parents, my sisters, and her husband and children. If you're not, good thoughts for them all are always appreciated.
MotherFUCK, I am exhausted.
Edit to add: There's a GoFundMe set up for her funeral. If you're able, please consider donating or sharing.
I can't brain enough to link it properly, just go here, please and thank you:
https://gf.me/u/y4f456