Friday night I lost a sister. She was the wife of Kevin, a kind and devoted father and husband. A nurturing mother to Chris, Sara and Emily who are perhaps three of the most beautiful and creative people I know.
To me personally, Bern was also the epitome of a big sister—protective, supportive and encouraging. Always willing to help and always there to listen. She would be the first to criticize, but the also the first to praise. Everything she said and did was heartfelt because she saw the best in everyone.
She was so goddamn smart. She loved a good debate and was typically right. She might concede or she might tell me to go pound sand. Or she might do both. Either way I would be laughing with her five minutes later. Why? I don’t know; that’s simply how Bernie was. She was hot and cold and everything in between. She knew this and she owned it. I loved her for that, and God I already miss it so much.
Bernie was beautiful, smart, lively and a wise ass.
She had an exuberance that was contagious. She was a gift to her family and friends. She was so strong and fought so hard to stay alive, because a person like my sister was meant to love and live life to its fullest. And she was unwilling to give up that joy until the last possible moment.
Bernie, I am blessed to have had such a sister. You influenced me in ways you could never imagine. I will always carry a small part of you with me and will proudly display it with those I love when I encourage them, argue with them and laugh with them. Be at peace sis. Love you so much.
